Unspoken adoration for strength I can't see in myself, that I see in you everyday, and it builds, stronger and stronger. I know if I couldn't hold myself up you'd be glad to pick me up and take me home, and wash me off; revitalize me. I can't see how you feel so vulnerable and misunderstood, when I've been watching, silently, as you struggle to see it yourself.
*And as I struggle to ever get your attention enough to really tell you how remarkable you are.
Cases of beer costing $50, cartons of cigarettes, half-gone half-gallons of bourbon, and silence is all I was hoping for lately. The dreams over, and I'm left still dreaming that one day all the right words will come back to me.