Sep 2015
She walks into the room.
She sees you but doesn't smile.
She sits down on the other side of the room.
You uncomfortably smile, wondering what is wrong with the seat you saved for her.
But you forget that she always needs the seat closest to the bar.
You imagine what might be at the bottom of those red cups because she keeps filling them to the rim just to race the guy across the bar to the bottom.
You see him staring through her shirt so you jump up to cover her skin from his trained eyes.
You can tell he's done this before.
She looks at you like she doesn't understand why you're here.
You sit back down at your seat.
He ask her if she wants a smoke.
She nods, unable to speak clearly.
She has been winning the races all night, but I never saw him refill his cup.
I could see that he wasn't racing her.
He was racing time to see how long it would take her finish his bottle, and then stumble up the stairs to the bedroom to "talk".
They come in from outside.
She stares at the floor unable to hold her head up and he smiles.
You ask her if she is okay and she pushes your shoulder.
You wonder if she knows who she is pushing.
You sit back down at Your seat.
and He grabs her waist, and walks her upstairs.
You clench your fists.
You deeply breathe in every second hoping not to hear the noise you know is coming.
Not long after, he comes downstairs.
Puts on his jacket and leaves.
You hear her footsteps slowly creek down the steps.
She stumbles into the kitchen with her make up smeared and her beautiful cheeks bright red.
She wipes her face with her sleeve.
You wish you could do something to help so you choke on the air...
hoping not to steal anymore of her life, like he just did.
You know she needs to breathe.
You look at her.
You stare,
And You stare,
And You stare.
As you stare you wonder why she didn't choose to sit with you tonight.
Doesn't she know you wouldn't fill her red cup with liquid who's only mission is to paralyze her thoughts.
So much so, that she doesn't see him as a bad idea.
Doesn't she know that you would have walked her upstairs, kissed her on the forehead, and said goodnight...
Doesn't she know that every step she took coming down from that bedroom crushed a piece of your entire Earth beneath it.
She asks her friend to hold her hair as she throws up in the bathroom.
You watch the tv as the ball drops.
Your New Years Resolution: to see her smile without a red cup in her hand.
She sees you but doesn't smile.
She sits down on the other side of the room.
You uncomfortably smile, wondering what is wrong with the seat you saved for her.
But you forget that she always needs the seat closest to the bar.
You imagine what might be at the bottom of those red cups because she keeps filling them to the rim just to race the guy across the bar to the bottom.
You see him staring through her shirt so you jump up to cover her skin from his trained eyes.
You can tell he's done this before.
She looks at you like she doesn't understand why you're here.
You sit back down at your seat.
He ask her if she wants a smoke.
She nods, unable to speak clearly.
She has been winning the races all night, but I never saw him refill his cup.
I could see that he wasn't racing her.
He was racing time to see how long it would take her finish his bottle, and then stumble up the stairs to the bedroom to "talk".
They come in from outside.
She stares at the floor unable to hold her head up and he smiles.
You ask her if she is okay and she pushes your shoulder.
You wonder if she knows who she is pushing.
You sit back down at Your seat.
and He grabs her waist, and walks her upstairs.
You clench your fists.
You deeply breathe in every second hoping not to hear the noise you know is coming.
Not long after, he comes downstairs.
Puts on his jacket and leaves.
You hear her footsteps slowly creek down the steps.
She stumbles into the kitchen with her make up smeared and her beautiful cheeks bright red.
She wipes her face with her sleeve.
You wish you could do something to help so you choke on the air...
hoping not to steal anymore of her life, like he just did.
You know she needs to breathe.
You look at her.
You stare,
And You stare,
And You stare.
As you stare you wonder why she didn't choose to sit with you tonight.
Doesn't she know you wouldn't fill her red cup with liquid who's only mission is to paralyze her thoughts.
So much so, that she doesn't see him as a bad idea.
Doesn't she know that you would have walked her upstairs, kissed her on the forehead, and said goodnight...
Doesn't she know that every step she took coming down from that bedroom crushed a piece of your entire Earth beneath it.
She asks her friend to hold her hair as she throws up in the bathroom.
You watch the tv as the ball drops.
Your New Years Resolution: to see her smile without a red cup in her hand.
