Out of breath
Out of the will to hold myself back
We all run to the car through the rain
A group of maybe five or six
All just background
We were the main characters that night

The lights from the streetlights
Casting shadows of raindrops on your face
Your hair slicked back
Soaked to the bone

The next day we both apologized
Although a distinct absence of regret
Because drunk words and actions
Are sober thoughts

There is significant weight resting upon her shoulders.
Nothing I can do, can really console her.
She is a single worker ant carrying fifty times her body weight.
Just one of her many completely selfless traits.
So piece by piece, she gave it all away.
Never complains or whines, lining the words she may say.

Take a look below the surface, at the little I truly keep hidden.
I'd offer it up to you in a heartbeat, the things to others ive forbidden.
You need only ask, and i'd drop everything with ease.
But would you do the same for me, even if I asked please?

You say I'm hard to read, but you've never bothered to open the book.
Judging the story based on my covers lame ass hook.
You could open me up and look inside if you pleased.
Complete control to take me to my knees.
But I am much more than my cover, maybe you will eventually find.
However, it's not something that I am always going to remind.

Ashleigh Oct 11

You've been hurt before,
along with it the closing of doors.                                                           ­             I try to open you up,
but you're closed so tightly welded shut.                                   With time brick turns to glass,
despite just meeting, it feels at last.                                 In your green house of flowers,
my hearts been buried for hours.                                    It needs somewhere to grow,
but for now it's just stowed.

— The End —