And I sort of fell in love with plastic cups.
The ability to fall, and never break apart.
Because, as for me.
I'm just a glass positioned a little to close to the edge of the table.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

don't forget
I was there

when he wasn't
when he caged your soul
and set it free
and caught it again
And Killed It.

don't forget
I was there

when you were falling apart
when you had to pick up the pieces
and needed help
and said I was the best thing you had
And Then He Came Back.

don't forget
I was there

when you pushed me away
when you said I obviously didn't care
and my concern was too much of a burden
and it somehow became my fault
And I Stopped Trying.

don't forget
that I won't be there

when you come crawling back
when you apologize a million times
and you leave him again
and say it was all your fault
And I'll Say, "*******."