Mistake

 The highs the lows,

My runny nose, 

And the need to need someone 

Who needs me. 

The empty cider cans

By my bed on the night stand. 

2am, I'm a clown

And I won't sleep well

If at all, 

Tonight just another mistake

That I shouldn't of made, 

But then how I can I resist 

The clown in me. 

No dinner, 

Just lines, 

The runny nose of a clown. 

Tomorrow I'll feel down, 

But then I won't learn from this mistake.