Let’s be friends



You chased me.
You made me feel amazing.
You made me think
what we had
was the best you ever had.

I actually thought so too
then you tossed me aside.
Now you want to be friends.
You say I’m your best friend.

You say this is
the best friendship
you ever had.
But how am I
supposed to be friends
with someone who
made me feel used?

This is not a friendship,
I was just a placeholder
for the void you needed filled.
I was just there to give you
what you couldn’t get from her.

This is not fun, it’s pure agony.
It’s time for me to move on.
It’s time for me to realize
you used me.
It’s time for me to admit
you made a fool of me.

It’s time for you to know
what you did is not ok.
It’s time for you to understand
you took advantage
of my brokenness.

You can’t break my heart
then expect me to be smile
at all your little jokes.
This isn’t funny, it’s pure hell.
My broken heart is is real.

No, we cannot be friends.




Image 1 & 2 source: Google images
Contents compiled: April 30 2017
Originally published: April 30 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard

Effervescently it glows



A new beginning looms.
Effervescently it glows in the horizon
beckoning me into its open arms.
I am eager for its embrace.

My excitement mixes reluctantly
with a hint of fear
— fear of change
— fear of the unknown.

But there’s no turning back now
my charming new future awaits.
I shall not keep it waiting,
I shall embrace it bravely.

We shall consummate our union.
We shall bear beautiful fruit.
We shall coexist in unison.
We shall find our happily ever after.


Image source: Digital Art by A ~I.R.B
Contents compiled: April 27 2017
Originally published: April 27 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard

Was it all for nothing?


Feels like she’s spent
her whole life waiting.

Waiting to be noticed
for all the right reasons.

Waiting to be loved
by someone true.

Waiting for an end
to her struggles.

Just waiting.

Did he even notice
she’s waiting for him
to show his heart?

Was all of her waiting
for nothing?


Image source: Digital Art by A ~ I.R.B
Contents compiled: April 28 2017
Originally published: April 28 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard

Cold Hard Itch 

I’ve scratched the surface,
Seeking something I’m not good at being.
Staring at the mirror is harder than I thought.
The cold hard itch isn’t what I want to feel.

I’ve crumpled the paper,
Disliking the words that I have chosen.
Staring at a page feeling like a chameleon.
The cold hard itch isn’t what I want to know.

I’ve ignored the taste,
Fearing what will swallow me whole.
Staring at a chapter that I treasure.
The cold hard itch isn’t what I expected.

Ceramic Villains

Stomach acid gorges the frame of the picture.

Ceramic villains stand in the center of the image. 

Credit card smiles seek the light of the troubled road. 

Wallets become empty and as they cling to the objects of the rooms. 


Love was just a word to deceive…


Camouflaged tears reckon within the twitching of souls. 

Charades is not just the game but the poison they drink on a daily basis. 

Laying drunk in the center of the bed photographing plastic memories. 


Love was just a word they wanted to believe…


Rattlesnake Postcard

A restless strawberry blonde is posing for a pick up line.

The lipstick reeks desperate measures to fill an empty void.

The nicotine is vile as the band is warming up by playing the Allman Brothers.

Charlie stumbles in through the door cursing his ex wife’s name.

The bartender chuckles as he is pouring shots of Jack Daniels for the bachelor party in the corner.

The conversations feel dyslexic as the customers become trashed and plastered.

Some are trying to find the answers at the bottom of a glass.

Some are trying to celebrate a victory, milestone, or wash away the hollow shell.

Amanda never talks to strangers unless she has a beer in her hand.

Jackson is patiently waiting to make a transaction with Charlie.

This is the place for a midnight rendezvous.

The kegs are slowly disappearing.

The bottles are empty just like the customers that walk into the “Rattlesnake”.

I was just reading the postcard from Charlie and things haven’t changed.

Step into our twisty road of passion and feel the magic.