you've always known that when your friends bring you down and leave,
i was going to be there to comfort you, and bring you higher
you've always known that when you lead,
i was going to be there to be your follower
you've always known that when you'd ask me a favor,
i would do it with no hesitation, no matter what kind of labor
you've always known that you had me wrapped around your finger;
always catching me with my eyes, that can't help but linger.
you've always known that i'd do anything for you,
it’s something that i regret but it's true

i would say something like: you were the instruments to my music,
or you were the medicines when I was sick
but you have always been the cause to my death,
and the words to a threat
it might be something like bittersweet,
and it was always me at defeat

and you've always known—
that you are what suffocated me
and you've always known—
but you didn't let go
neither of us did

i was drowning in the sea of you;
and all you did was look at the view.

    
           —a.c

I can't wait to be in my own space again. With curtains drawn, basking the room with a yellow glow against cool blue walls. Lying on cloud-like pillows, wrapped in familiar scented blanket that pulls me to slumber since I was younger. Nothing but the silent hum of air-conditioning, my steady breathing and thumping of my heart beat. No loud TV, no whining and arguing in the morning, no foul smelling conditions. Just clean, quiet, familiar room with my own thoughts running in my mind.

-m.b