i'm not trying to make a pattern with this poetry thing...
but i guess some news kinda slapped me in the face today...hurt me... and i just had to freak out somehow... so scribbled this down and felt a bit better.

amie faux

i've been confused
disillusioned
taken for the
fool. correctly so, how
could i look
at the velvet stripper
and see the virgin Mary
how did your lies
poison my wine and
i didn't taste it
how
did i allow your smiles
your gifts
to intoxicate me
senseless
forgetting betrayals of
yesterday's night
and now,
left cold,
hung over.