it hurts to admit it
but it hurts
to watch the flirts
on friday night
fight with purses and fists
like flies around a light
to be part of it

it seems
everyone else is

and all i have
is a beer in my hand
holding on
like a rape victim in a porn flick

i guess that's
what one gets
for slamming doors
and smoking cigarettes
despite the nonstop nagging

and it feels
like i'm just dragging
my heart along behind me
on a long journey to be
again with you