Definitely, Maybe.

And here I am, all alone once again. Searching for stupid rhymes inside my fucked up mind, just to finish one more empty line. I'm all alone, becoming someone I promised myself I wouldn't become, drinking another glass of vodka, wishing for it to give me the perfect thoughts for all those beautiful words people say I know how to write. Fuck... am I good? Hell no! But I'm working on it.

And for all those tears I shed, God knows I see hope, now. Hope on my next word, hope on my next thought. And all those sad songs, they are all becoming inspiration for a sweet dream.

Oh, I'm drunk. I've been drinking way too much. But here I am, looking for different kinds of poisons to pour on my glass, wishing for somebody to suck it out of my lips, horny and full of faith on a sudden and beautiful death.

This very person might never come, but as long as I am dead, I'll never know the living people's truth about it.

But then again, my body will be waiting on lovers sadness, to come and kiss my never waking body, full of faith, breathing death out of me, making promises to my soulless body. Promises to meet me on a next life, promises of eternal loyalty.

Oh dear, that beautiful waltz from yesterday was nothing but a different reality. You know you'll never be the one for me. You're just too good to be with someone like me and I'm way to different from all those men you want to Love. And your beautiful blue dress covering your body while you move to the slow music we danced worked perfectly to avoid my wishing thoughts of you.

And you, short girl, with your classy black dress... what about life? It's time you live it. And that little kiss, your boyfriend won't miss. But you, you're gonna miss it until it's done. You're sweet and wet lips touching mine.

Life is too short, I say. So I drink this next sip to all of you. And this next one to the life I had. Another one to the life I have. This one is for what future holds (which I don't want to know it until it happens). Finally, I take this last one to Love, and all the pain and happiness it brings me.

And now my glass is empty, and so is my mind. And I feel just like I felt when I started writing. Only now I'm looking for the right words to say it's "The End".