Ang PEDANTIC at ang WILD

We partied together.
We boozed up, downed a couple cases. Laughed till we dropped and danced the night away, kissed and made love like its 2012! I am the wild side of the card. We do extreme things together. Decide on ostentatious matters, nada thinking of repercussions. I am the wild side of the equation.


The story goes this way:
Late afternoon then, with nothing to do. I fixated a plan that will free us both from deception and bondage. Me thinking wildly, suggested a very friendly tempt with the social lubricant, this is his chaos. Once he pops he doesn't stop. He becomes a butterfly, vibrant, wild and all out. My way of thinking still. A bottle down, nibbles here, there- then became three and four, loosening up a notch, restrictions gone, inhibitions out. We even held hands in front of everybody else. Crazy right? It was. Very crazy indeed.


His bejeweled embraced him.
Asked if he could stop drinking, had much and need to tone down. He is the pedantic side of the card. He hushed him, cuddled him and whispered sweet nothings to him. He is the pedantic side of the equation.


Seeing them together last night, made me realize. Where do I stand? Do I even have a stand to start things with? Funny how I still remember his words. Then, they were genuine and untarnished, now, just rhetoric and palaver! I fell for those words and same as a deadend- no worth in turning back there's no way out. I can dug myself out but it would take a lifetime. 


Torn in torment. Confused and fucked up. To fight or let go. What's next?