i guess this is writing???

exquisite clutter

but even the reverberating echo of the crowd

does not stop the ache of your chest

or fill the empty space of your arms at night

the flickering of the lamp on and off like the passing seasons

or the ringing of a phone that no one will pick up

can't quell the fact that you do not want to be alone tonight

or any night

so find the men in the corners of the room

the ones who need your company as much as you need theirs

and pray that you are not just a trophy to go on their shelf

a memory of the time they spent the night in your bed

hide the regret in your eyes behind all the remains of the lines of coke

and the empty glasses scattered on your table

please

do not forget

when you have everything

sometimes

you still do not have anyone