You don’t need to be held.
Look at you, lying there on the carpet
with the child safety cap off.
It doesn’t matter if you’re alone: take two.
It doesn’t matter if you’re lonely: take three.
The pills will dry your sweet whiskey tears.
And when you wake, they’ll be gone
thumbing for a cab in the split white dawn.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
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