paul weinman
janet
I mingle with the guys
hiding among buddies
escaping
wanting to be kept in your sight
but away from you
beer glass in hand
gives me security
to be myself with these people
I call friends
and I can be happy
that you still are with me
no one here
is going to make any sense to you
and I want that
to stand out
because I need that
to appear more than I am
you see, I really can not match
your need to communicate
like understanding feelings
yours for sure
while I can't even define mine
and know I'd hang myself
out to dry
if I had to talk truthfully to you
so I get drunk
match sensitivity
with idiocy
you seemed to be
everything I wanted
but had nothing to give
partaking in ridiculousness
wanting you to be my pillar.
