Honesty

Honesty

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Honesty is not always the best policy

Sometimes, something you say or do in the spirit of honesty

Turns into a hand grenade

And blows up in your face

That confession of love or caring

Can become a cancer

And a day

Or a week

Or a month

Maybe a year down the road

Causes something to be twisted around

Assumption

Speculation

The wrong idea

Because of the context

You find yourself out in the cold

Broke and bloody and gasping for air

Is lying and cheating and deception

A better choice

The same result can be found

If that’s the course you choose

The pain can be the same

But I think it’s less

Maybe just a little

When you’re honest with yourself

With your friends

With your family

Honesty is not always the best policy

But it’s the one I choose 

Creature of Habit

Creature of Habit

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Sitting at a bar

Lonely but not alone

Alone but not lonely

Depends on what you look like

And how many I’ve had

How long have I been thinking about you

About me

About us

About her

About life, liberty and the pursuit of all that other shit

It seems like forever

It’s getting repetitive

But I’m a creature of habit

I can’t help it

I’ve tried

Shut down and go numb

Out of sight

Out of mind

Haunted and heartbroken

Thinking about “what if’s”

And knowing “why”

Half-ass attempts to find another

But the options are few and far between

Leaves me with nothing to put in your place

The hole in my life

I can’t drink enough to fill it

But God knows I try

And I just keep writing about you

The good and the bad

Everything was accepted

Now I’m sitting at a bar

Alone but not lonely

Lonely but not alone

Depends on what you look like

And how many I’ve had

You Don't Know Me Better Than That

You Don’t Know Me Better Than That

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

I’m that guy

The nice guy who finishes last

I’m the guy

Who takes you back

After you’ve had your affair

I’m the guy

Who holds your hand in the ER

I’m the guy

Who offers to hold your hand in the clinic

When your affair comes back to haunt you

I’m the guy

Who doesn’t hold it against you

If you break my heart

I’m the guy

Who can walk a mile in your shoes

And understand why you ended it

I’m that guy

Who meets the new me

And politely shakes his hand

With a genuine smile on my face

I wear my heart on my sleeve

And I don’t play games

I’m not what others have painted me to be

So they can justify why they’ve treated me the way they have treated me

I’m that guy

The nice guy who finishes last