“Charming Me”

Tyler R. Martin

You smile sweetly,
I love you--its disarming-- 
I’m worried that you find my behavior  
Alarming. 
I see you--you look down, 
I hope you find my self destruction  
Charming... 
“Stream of consciousness”: 
Intellectual code for drunken babble: 
It's all I got. 
Perhaps you'll mistake it for something deeper 
With far more magnitude 
Than just my intoxicated drool, 
The product of my chemical induced solitude…
I smile, you look down, 
I'm drunk, you're annoyed, 
 I frown.
I say, “I wrote you something”-- 
Then gauge reaction. 
Not sure what to do, 
Perhaps another 
Jack and Coke will 
Spur some action...