What I need, someone
Who tolerates the monster
And sees the beauty.

You have drained me.

I gave you your cup
As is required
Expected
Of everyone.

I poured you your wine
It wasn't the best.
Who pours his best wine
For a stranger anyway?

But it was wine
And it was good
And it sustained you.

And you came to visit
Whenever you needed to.
All I wanted
Was your gratitude
But it was never there.

Now the bottle
Is empty.
You are finished.
Done.

There will be no more wine for you.
You have drained your cup.

You have drained me.

She was your epitome of everything good
The words she spoke were truth
Her arms were the fire
On a snowy storm

And though you didn't know it then,
She was the wall
She was the bridge
She was perfect

Now the words she speaks
Are echoes, broken tracks,
Old mixtapes.
You don't really listen anymore

The wall, your protector
Your shield, so strong
Now you think unnecessary
A burden, a divider

The bridge that led you places
Now leads you to the gloom
To the slums
To anywhere but the world

But you'd rather have them all,
You can't and won't tell her
But she's still
Your number one.

You're learning to fly
And you see you have
Differences, prolly irreconcilable
And you have to fly

But you're a homing pigeon aren't you?
The world may be full of wonder
But nothing's more wonderful
Than a mother's love

And maybe someday you'd tell her
Or maybe not, but just a hug
Which you rarely give
And you can be her little girl once again.