They library was hushed
The faceless man
Across the table
Quite
He tells me
Stay silent
You wouldn't want your mommy to hear
Would you?
So naive
A child could be
I close the book
My attention caught by the closet
Small footsteps
Cautiously taken
Afraid to be caught
Palm on the door ****
I open it
Inside lies a beast
I'm petrified
Scared to blink
But the beast slumbers
On a burning photo
What are you doing!
The faceless man yells
And now I'm terrified
He's been awaken
The beast won't let me go
I've made him angry now
Only my screams echoing
Through the quite library
To keep me company

Sleep is for the weak.
I was constantly told,
by my coaches,
who would catch me,
half dazed on the sidelines.

Then they'd put me in,
tell me to work through it.
You don't need sleep,
you need to work,
and I would run in circles.

I remember running,
back and forth,
trying to keep sight,
of the ball,
with my dreary, sleep-filled eyes.

The game ended,
and I was yelled at by the coach.
Why weren't you awake,
you should have gotten more sleep,
you need to sleep.

What a hypocrite.
Sleep is for the weak,
you pounded that into my head.
So now i'll tell you,
one important thing.

Sleep is for the strong,
and don't you forget it.

Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this

Built up from the ground
I was here
Planted the first seed
To the master piece
Tucked away my pride
And came out of hiding
To grasp the hands of the man
Who sat against the wall
Not one to beg
Only watching
With a blank face
I couldn't help but to take his hands in my own
And lead him to his savior
Fed him tell he was full
Bathed him until he was clean
Taught him until he knew
His eyes where wise and kind
Reminded me of mine
I was young
So young
They told me I was naive
To let in a man poor
Said that he would take all that I had
But I had little
And it could be replaced
I knew he would never
His eyes told me so
His smile so shy
He had been set in my path
An angel for me to nurture
Because I woke in the morning
And he was gone
All that had been left
Was a crisp white feather
And a note that told me
He'd returned to his tower
Where he stood a top
To feel the winds power
I was not bitter
I had given all I had
For one that had less
And in return I had an angels eye
To watch over me

No answer,
all day long,
my phone sits on my bed,
silent.
I've stared at it,
for far too long,
expecting an answer,
but nothing comes.
We talk every day,
so maybe i'm overreacting,
but the next day,
you barely talked,
I feel like I did something wrong.
And today again,
you barely talked,
but you seemed a bit more,
like yourself.
I'm confused,
what just happened?
you just seemed to stop,
like I wasn't worth your time.
and I feel like I was stabbed,
with a cruel sharp knife,
and I think I will die inside.
Cause you just don't seem
to care anymore,
when you did before,
and now you have me,
all confused.