Words in sentences

I think everyone should experience heartbreak; it forces us to seek perspective in a vain attempt at finding comfort. Even if that perspective is of no use to us at the time, it may serve us in later life.

Part 1

All that I left behind
where I’d not been
before last night, but knew
a dozen times, inside and out and inside,
taking away unknown risk
and sleepless mornings
in the grave of last time’s failings
at finding an end
for myself but not the other,
time after time, coming
back to old thoughts on
lust and its boundless desire
for fullstops of arched backs
whispered don’t stops
hands in hair, across scars,
left to wonder at luck
at lazy coincidence in crowded rooms,
singled out for lack of better
words or others to take our place,
arm in arm or tongue in cheek
or somewhere else is fine by me

Part 2

Sometimes, when the dark afternoon rain
lies silver on my coat and hair
and the bruises in the veins
in the corner of my arm,
nosebleed mornings,
bring back careless calls
for second night stands,
the only truth I can think
slips further from grasp
with every other drink, every word.
I lied through clenched teeth
now I can’t sing of truth,
jaw wired to the false,
the fake, the fucking fallacies,
facsimiles of free choice,
bad moves gone worse
with every passing pause
in conversations with only one end
one aim in sight.
Well then, here’s to us,
that man of yours,
my list of discrepancies
growing by the week
as I search for something
I can’t forget.