Blood-Eyed

The "would have been, could have been" day for that job at the music company. Things are shifting, shifting, shifting so quickly now... Flower petals grinding in the gears.

Last night I had all that vodka and I don't know why.

Blood-eyed, I wanted more of that driving black body and the warmth of those arms. He didn't' really pay attention to me though... Not like the other one, but then, he was--