Jack

I wanted you tonight.
even with that twitch.
destroyed?
deranged?
i dunno.
but i felt the desire...
until i noticed a drop of your drink
trickling down my arm as you brushed by me
on your way to HER.
that girl who is not me.
will never be me.
and so, you are all ghosts.
fleeting sensations,
forever lost.
but i have this Jack...
and a good job,
so i guess this must be happiness -
at least for me.
but i'm fucking miserable...
and i have this Jack...