Paper boats

So i send her a letter, and a few more letters.
And i waited, wondering, did she receive them?

Maybe she burn my letters? 
Or she make the letters into paper boats for the bathtub.

So i waited, a few weeks, a few months.
Paper boats...

Hennessy

She says it’s very hot in here, waving her skirt up and down, I can see her tan thighs and some of her pubic hair. A few hairs curled around the edges of her white lace panties, I try to look away.

She wants me to sit beside her, our shoulders in touch, talking, drinking Hennessy, listening to music, forgot about the world outside.

I don’t know exactly who made the first move, but I know I was eager, I was hungry for her.

I was tasting those moist, soft lips for the first time, kissing her small firm breasts and ran my hands down her naked, smooth thighs.

She was struggling beneath me, while my hands on her soft throat. Her eyes slowly closed, time to time.

Instagram filter

Drinking is like a instagram filter for my life
make it so soft and beautiful

almost bearable...

just a bird

I was sad and lonely, restless, destructive
loved no one, attached to nothing
without a home, nowhere to return

i was...just a bird

Vaya con Dios

She looks so pale and fragile, lying there on hospital bed. On a rainy afternoon, just a shadow of her former self.

I have so much to tell her, how she hurt me so bad. That i was so lost and hopeless, and finally  committed suicide but i survived somehow.

She is trying to say something but she is to weak to speak.

I lean over and whisper in her ear "Vaya con Dios".