You Blow Hot Air

The smoke you breathe,
It taints the air,
The words you speak,
Crude and bare.
You talk the talk
And walk the walk
But in the end, it’s you they mock.
Your smile is nice,
But insincere.
Your voice is loud,
But out of fear
Of being found out.
Insecure, you run amuck,
Through every girl that you can f***k.

You say that isn’t what you want,
And yet, that life is what you flaunt.
You act like that to fake control
Of a life that’s left you
All but whole.
And keeping up the way you do,
How to get out, you have no clue.
So on you go,
On your merry way,
Praying to Mary
For another lay.
Denying the pain you feel inside,
With no one in whom you can confide,
Until one day, when all you’ve got
Is your father’s name
And a bag of pot,
Her smile will pop into your mind,
The one who watched, your head held high,
Who cared enough for you to try
To make you stop and recognize
That, eyes wide shut, you searched for love,
And love you missed, despite its cries.