Heavy drinking for you,
no sleep for us-
to live in a house of,
empty hallways and crowded rooms
chronic pain and empty gains,
nothing made and nothing changed.
So much lost, so determined
to stay the
same.

I can't tell if you,
or the music screams louder-
it seems that as I turn the volume up
you are only determined to wail louder,
and higher.
You are destroying us.
We're going to let you.

I'm putting my feelings, body, soul, and words in a box labled "free" on the side of the road, where it dosen't matter if they are taken or run over.

When three of us come upon the narrow part of the sidewalk
I'll always drop behind you two. Three, four, or seven.
Always stay at the back of the group, count your group members and protect them, and yourself.
I love someone who dosen't question and just walks ahead of me-
but I'm still waiting for someone to let the other person go alone
and walk beside me.

Who will you let yourself become when
the world has no end and it stretches into a never ending spiral
draging you down into the snap ending of forever

I never, ever, want you to slow down, wait, or stop for me.
I want it to be the other way around-
I want to wait for you, hold the door for you,
run,
walk, and
stop for you.
One day, I'll gesture for you to walk above me,
on the sidewalk, or the concrete step, and I'll hold your hand- helping you balence as I wait in the street.
Not today. Probably not tomorrow.
But someday, I hope you'll let me put you
above me.

We all are the last dregs of tea,
either bitter and strong,
sweet and grainy,
or filtered to a smooth cream,
there, but faded.