i woke up this morning alone.
i dreamed that there was someone with me,
but when i woke, there was nothing but a pillow.

i felt empty and upset,
like something very dear had been taken,
and that i would never feel her warmth again,

but i saw my clock,
it was already time to go to work,
and so i forgot yet another feeling.

i
lost
myself.

My roommate doesn't get it.
Or maybe I don't get it?
Drink out of the views of others,
Making sure your friends don't know.

Social drinks with friends is fine,
If they drink enough to not notice your tab.
But if they do, they give you ****,
And all of a sudden, you "need a ride home."

"I'm fine," you say, lying to them.
Get in your car, and drive drunk again.

"I'll see you tomorrow."



Liar.

you're going to take this the wrong way, i know,
but i promise this isn't a bad thing.

i'm distant on purpose.

it's not that you're not good to me,
or that i don't want to be good to you,

but i like my space.

i know you love me more than you could show,
and i want to do the same thing, i assure you,

but i can't do it.


sorry.


i'm not built like you.

icarus soared above them all,
wings spread, ready for the world
that had been denied him,
and had been denied them all.

he crossed the clouds and the stars,
crossed the skies and seas,
he'd achieved a bliss thought reserved for the gods,
and then he fell.