stop.
put that goddamn alcohol down
i just want to look into your eyes
without seeing the ghost of your
past trying to drown itself,
because this isn't an ocean, and
i'm not an angel.
i don't understand why the
sky is still lit up,
it's 12 o'clock and the sun
should be asleep but you're crying
and i'm shaking and we're a mess
on the floor.
you're not really broken you're
just pretending. you
don't even know how to breathe
without an official diagnosis,
but you're not broken and you
have to stop hiding.
you know i love you,
but you're hiding and you
know how much i hate it
when we play hide and seek.
now it's 1am, and the sun's about
to come out (who knows why).
the dog next door is barking,
he must have heard your echoing
sobs and felt the emotion radiating
from our house.
but i can't stay awake for another
second so you have to let go,
and you have to help yourself
because i can't even handle
putting the coffee on in the morning.
maybe in the morning you'll be
stronger, and maybe you won't
but either way we can still do this,
i still want
to hold
you.