She looks through the window
Stares at the tiny drops of rain
She feels lonely
Her heart is broken.

The fate that she will never believe
But she has to go through
Perhaps something better would happen
Could give a smile to her face.

we wake up every morning
to the sun
creeping in through
the gossamer curtains

the rays of the sun
traveled all the way
into your room
to brighten up your day

but all you ever search for
first thing in the morning
is the artificial light
from the screen of your cellphone

why cant you take some time
to stop and stare
at the dust falling around you
dancing in the ever iridescent sunlight

she walks until
she can no longer feel
the weight of her legs
nor the earth beneath her feet

all she can feel
is the weight
of her sorrow

they tell you to
fix your hair
do your make-up
wear nice clothes

but judge you
for all the choices you make
regardless of everything
they told you to change

then call you judgmental
for voicing your opinions
and speaking the truth
they don't want to hear

I mistake left
for right
right for wrong

but why don't I ever
mistake you
for another person

a drunkard's best friend
in times of
loneliness
insanity
desperation

but doesn't really
cure any of these
um
feelings

gives you
courage
confidence
to do what your heart
wants when sober
yet kills you
by the minute

I stay awake
until 3 AM
contemplating
romanticizing
fantasizing
willing into reality
the idea of
me and you

she stubs out
another cigarette
and winces at the nicotine
spreading to her lungs

but she doesn't mind
burnt lungs seem to be
the least of her worries