Observing since the age of five
Kids were watching bugs bunny
While I was watching my parents expressions
Trying to stay inline
Sitting at the top of the stairs
Never knowing what my life would become
Until one-day depression would fancy my name
It whispers in dark alleyways
Knowing my every move
Saying, “I own you”
Oh, do you?
Meet me at 11 am each day
After a beautiful day
Along with a week of massage beds and therapy sessions
When dark meets the light
And each day less and less of a hold
Until one day
I stop buying into you
You'll wash away
Leaving scars and seaweed on shores
I'll speak of love letters against the sunset
“Besides the distance and memories can we be friends?”