The Pretty Boy Paradox

Vexation seeps through sighs As the pen finds comfort Sharing the same story Nonsensical pretty boys With smoke cloud habits And bloodshot ponderings Vaunting on their Newsworthy delinquency With incessant metal bar consequences Promulgating in the same breath they’re gaining New ground Breaking the cleanse Of poisoning Their liver And feeling the linear Coldness of a countertop On their nose With a half glass of water In a ring of loneliness On their nightstand The gulp of insomnia Rudely digs its hook of candidness In your empathic being Melodramatic memories Of empty dinner table Upbringings Spending school nights Placing cigarettes In plastic bottles With front porch Heart to hearts With their second self Pulling the sleeves Of sweatshirts once borrowed Over tattooed knuckles Shivering against the disbelief That loyalty in this town Is only face to face Rehashing first heartbreaks With the outlook That mistrust follows Demons That look just like you The way you Introduce yourself With skintight beliefs Low cut distractions Met with Amorous disposition Abrade their thoughts Of you from tantalizing To discomfiture And their ears Can’t handle Opprobrium especially from their friends When you would Put fingers In yours like an obstinate child Just to keep Looking at them With oblivious blissful daydreams Even if you were Stumbling drunk Out of their broken front door the night before After learning They sent flowers to someone else Like a man with his paramour Leaving your existence In a blighted state Surrounded by empty walls For They Took it all But don’t worry The guilt of breaking your heart Is easier for them to swallow Than the nausea Traveling up their throat With the spew of your adoration