You are tea,
serene in your surroundings.

                                                               ­                                        I am coffee,
                                                                ­           attention always bounding.

Your colour milkish pale,
creamy optimism.

                                                               ­                              I am taken black,
                                                                ­                                bitter cynicism.


Two sugars,
to match your disposition.

                                                               ­                                     None for me,
                                                             ­       I'll maintain my grim affliction.


                                               We differ so much,
                                                     it's obscene.
                                                  
     ­                                              But in the end
                                               we're both caffeine.

Friends, parties, and substances
So exciting
When you hear this
So exhausting
When you see this
So disheartening
When you feel this

A staircase away from sleep
So you think
A staircase away from counting sheep
Then you blink

Hands groped on a body of insecurities
When she already felt useless
The staircase didn't show this as a possibility
Now she's confused and feels worthless
He touches and cant refrain
She feels fear
In his eyes there's no shame
And after a million "no's" he's still here
A day after even a year
People know and nothing's changed
That's why girls keep quiet
We feel it's a way to be estranged
In reality it's always going to be the same
Because the man feels no pain

"Hey so what's that drinking game"