There she waits
on the doorstep of doom
with curlers to scare
as she points with her broom.
There he totters
up the street
with beer in his brain
and two left feet.
"Where have you been"
"cant you guess that!"
He replies with a brave note
Bowing removing his hat.
Not wise, the broom raised
He moved in the nick of time
awkwardly - backwards
in the gutter amongst the grime.
she smiled, her curlers winced
The broomstick bent
The drunk wondering
from where the stars were sent.
She threw him a blanket
the gutter for a bed.
"Make your bed, lie in it"
She madly said.
the door slammed
He was with his dreams
She cried buckets
or so it seems.
Her and him
it will always be.
Him outside and her indoors
that is plain to see.

you meant a lot to me until
I realized your body runs cold.
you meant a lot to me until
I recognized the ways you are bold.
you meant a lot to me until
I heard the number of times your voice cracks throughout the day.
you meant a lot to me until
you spoke of things you were initially afraid to say.
you meant a lot to me until
I saw the way you laughed.
you meant a lot to me until
I saw some of your chosen paths.
you meant a lot to me until
you told me the secrets you forgot to keep inside.
you meant a lot to me until
I stood by you while you cried.
you meant a lot to me until
I heard the mistakes you made in the past.
you meant a lot to me until
I discovered how different you were from the last.

you meant a lot to me until
all your flaws were laid out to see.
but after all this time I've realized
you don't mean a lot,
you mean everything to me.

I don't want a control freak
& I don't want lust.
I don't want someone
who smothers too much
I don't want a parent;
no I don't need a dad.
I don't want temporary,
I never want that.