Have you ever noticed the way a cat stares out the window.
Not relaxed, nor pouncing position, but ready.
He sits ready for anything to come through the window. 
If a bird lands, he'll see it. 
If a branch breaks, he'll hear it.
The window is the only thing in sight.
It's his one and only focus. 
Yet, at any given moment,
his lady friend could easily sneak onto him. 
And his focus will stray away from the window, only to focus on her.
And when she leaves,
He'll struggle to stay focused on the same window.
Their purring will echo in his head,
And his focus will forever be distorted by these memories.

I approach the record player about once a week.
Debate about making contact with it,
Maybe seeing what it has to say.
But whenever I play with it,
It spits out the same ****** tune each time.
This record player can't play other tunes,
Just the same one over and over again.
I've taken the time to clean the record,
And I spent hours trying to make it play better tunes.
But nothing works.
My dad walks into the room, and begins to play his tune.
"Did you study yet?"
"No"
"You'll never amount to anything unless you study."
"But I have. And whenever i do, i get the same results.
Nothing seems to change your tone"
He continues to speak
About how I never put in enough effort,
Along with the beat of the record player.
And he repeats himself always,
Just as the record player does.

Hold her the way you hold a cup of water,
Firmly around the sides,
Ready to catch each drop that falls out.

Think of her the same way you think of your home.
A get away from the world,
And where you spend your whole day wishing you could be.

Listen to her the way you listen to your music.
Ignore the rest of the world,
and hum to the tune of her voice.

Look at her the way you look at each star,
Tilt your head and be shocked
by how something can shine so bright.

Treat her the way you do your glasses.
Becuase if you break them,
You'll never see what you've done.

The walls in your room are your truest friends.
They've seen you weak and strong.
They'll never leave you.
And when you leave them,
they stay put,
awaiting for you to return,
and still willing to hold the roof over your head.

The angel of death stopped by today.
Swept through the house, took only one away.
Not a sister, not a brother.
Neither my father nor my mother,
but the first on all fours, was the first to go under.
"Go tiger", "Leave", "Go else where", "Go play".
I take it all back, please come back and stay.
Hidden sickness is a killer, of that which we did not know.
But only one of you left, the other left alone.
Almost two years old if the angel left you to stay,
but I'm left with this shovel, preparing your kitty grave.

If I were to compare you to anything,
It would most likely be a flower.
So beautiful and colourful,
The kind I'd watch and smell for hours.
Water you, and care for you,
Till you're taller than the towers.

Even then I wouldn't leave,
I'd just watch you even more.
While you're ten stories high,
While I'm six feet off the floor.

But like all trees and plants,
Someone will want you out of their way.
But I'd try my hardest,
To keep you another day.

Stay with you for days,
All night and all hours.
I'll never want to leave you,
My precious, dainty little flower.

A mirror never lies,
just smudges the truth.
You didn't really wanna walk beside me.
You just wanted to know where I was going.
You saw enough and made your judgement.
Said it to my face,
left me lost and confused.
Was the mirror still smudge,
or was it finally wiped clean?