I guess what I need is for you to tell me you love me
And mean it.

I don't need to love you.
You don't need to be perfect
               in my eyes.

I just need to be perfect to you.
               No more mistakes.
               No more "I'm sorry's".

I won't apologize.

If I come and leave I want you to miss me.

I need to be missed.

So much depends
On the missing dollar

That I gave to my son
For candy.

Close to you
with my arms around your shoulders.
A cold night
and a warm sleeping bag
as we fall asleep.

I'm getting too used to Disappointment.

Too used to disappoint.

Lonely days end in
Happy nights end in
Lonely days

But, you know,
I'm alright.

I'd rather have one
Perfect Night.

Even if it won't matter in the morning.


I'll pray for the sun not to rise.

Two feet on the ground
Should be stable
But now and again
The tremors shake it up
Shake me up
Till I can’t keep two feet on the ground.

Sitting under a tree
You and me
Tell me your story
And it gets to me
Breaking me
But I’ll always be strong for you.

And in the dark of the night
With Your head
On my lap
And you’re crying
And I’m trying
Not to let this get to me

To keep the promise I made.

Best friends since I knew that you weren’t crazy
You’ve always tried
To save me
But you couldn’t speak to me
When I asked who the **** was he
Why can’t you let me carry your load?

And you think you don’t have friends
Or family
But you do.
You think that they hate you
But I’ll always be here to save you
Let me be your sister, because I am.

And you think your life is hard
With a family
That loves you
And though you say you care
Prove that you’ll be there
Because I always have to for you.

Two feet on solid
Surface
I’m not alone
And this roof’s not that high
And I feel like I can fly
And hey, you always say that I’m an angel.

I wake up
And see you.
Your Face.
Your lips
Your nose
Your eyes.
But you aren't really there.

I have a knack
Sometimes
Occasionally
For figuring people out.
And you
And me
Are meant to be together.

How can I explain?

Once,
I thought that you were there.
I couldn't feel your body
Or anything fun like that.
But I could feel
You.
You know what I mean.

You're one of those people who can feel things, too.

I haven't put much thought into this poem.
It's been
2 minutes
Since I've started writing.
It's not
Pretty
Artistic
Or
Freakishly Amazing.

This is not Dante's Inferno.
It was not written to be beautiful.
This
is not
a story.

It's an autobiography.

I'm telling you exactly how it is,
What I've seen.

Because I know that you can see it, too.

Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.

Little boy, Says the mother,
Play on your drum.
For your father follows its sound,
Wherever it goes.
Play on your drum.
Lead him to victory,
And lead your father home.

Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.

Son, Says the father,
Play on your drum.
For I once followed its sound,
Wherever it went.
Play on your drum.
Play on to victory,
And always come home.

Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.

Man, Says the Soldier,
Don’t play on your drum.
For I once followed its sound,
Wherever it went.
Well, play on your drum.
Play on to victory,
But you might not come home.

Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.

Soldier, Says the colonel,
Play on your drum!
And we will follow its sound,
Wherever you go.
Play on your drum!
Lead on to victory,
And Lead us all home.

Barum, Pum!
Barum, Pum!
BaRUM, BaRUM, BaRUM!
Barum, Pum!
Barum, Pum!
BaRUM, BaRUM, BaRUM!

Friend, says the boy,
Don’t play on my drum.
Don’t follow its sound,
Where I have to go.
Don’t Play on this Drum.
Fall back from victory,
But at least you’ll go home.