you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell of the flower blossoms
that crown her hair
and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight ***** and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met
and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with ***** water and ***** up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I loved you
and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed
and I almost told you that you are my night sky
and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower
and you can’t escape the light of the moon

Sunlight melts through my window,
golden ribbons reaching out to the floor.
I sit up, shifting my covers.
I close my eyes for a moment,
and then look down at lines that paint my hands.
I clench my fists, and take a deep breath.
There is a crooked pain in my back, and a small knot in my neck.
I stretch, and then continue to yawn,
before I look out my window again, and stare.
How many miles away are you?
Are you waking up now too?
Do you still love me, this new day?

"We are so disappointed in you."
I know.
"Can't you be more like your brothers?"
I can't.
"You are such an ungrateful child."
I'm sorry.
"Stop crying, get over it."
Yes Ma'am.
"You don't deserve what you have."
Yes Sir.

Your feelings drag from your lips as you cry,
just like the smoke that dragged from his cigarette

I’m being eaten alive
Influenced by the hating

The fatigue deep inside
Has carried into my eyes
And the weight intensifies
These breaths are wearing thin

Shadows are amplified beneath my lashes
My thoughts come in rapid flashes
I look to my window, marked with rain's heavy dashes
The clouds are like my kin.