I Still Wanna Be Your Dog

*This isn't a good piece, I know. But for anyone who writes, this is how we get along. This is how we're able to live. Not everything is golden.
**"An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness."- Henry Miller

***"The best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature."- Henry Miller
I remember the morning you said
"I think I could fall in love with you case."
I remember the nights you spend dedicating
songs to me like love struck teenagers
at the point.
I remember 6 underground,
I remember all the songs about
the west coast.
I remember how you made me feel alive,
how I no longer felt like I was
just waiting to die.
I'd stay up all night just to hear your voice at dawn.
Your tough exterior
and that east coast hardness.
And sometimes you said words so
seldom spoken they sounded
foreign as they left your lips.
And now I try to forget those three
small words that echo in my head
and in the caverns of my chest.
I'm trying to forget
that I was good at making you smile.
I'm trying to forget everything we shared.
I'm trying to forget you
compared me to your father.
I'm still working on all those plans
and promises.
Not for you, but for me.
I've never made a promise I couldn't keep.
But I'm in the same spot you found me,
Kasher still sings me to sleep.
Tomorrow night is New Year's Eve
and you'll have your choice of boys to kiss.
I'll drink my whiskey and kiss my cigarette,
but they won't kiss back.
So have a happy New Year and remember
there will always be a boy on the
west coast who is thinking about you.
Then, now, and forever.