MEMORIZE

I’m a boyish

mess.

A boasting contest

with an inferiority

complex.

I can’t make friends.

I’ve got an

eager desperation

to be up on

“what’s next.”

I have too much

sex.

I say it’s ’cause

I’m anxious

and I’m

overly stressed.

I can’t take blame.

I funnel through

liquor

and spit up my pain.

I’m no good

with fame.

There’s a love/hate

relationship

with noise

in my brain.

Except

for when

you speak my name.

Because you take it in vain.

(Take it in vein!)

I could fall asleep

here.

Crawl inside

the sleeping bags

undеr your eyes.

But I stay

awake

to mеmorize.