.
you're at the front door                                    
you're in through the front door   my door 
  without knocking
face flushed with malice and ****** visions  
"uh-huh" i say
there's a cotten shopping bag                          
                    of who-fears-what   in one mitt
and you throw yourself                    
                   on my sunken couch
you unzip those mad pricy leather boots
with flames down the sides
and clutch your bag to your chest  
with meaning and taunt
        leaning toward
                  a smile  crocodiles your face
          your clock ; three forty seven
your mind ; immersed in some midnight woo
a witching verse and a fortune boastful and blue
am i to be involved in your clockwork mockery ?
(i have been your collaborator                          
              and coal mine canary in the past)
  do i even want to be invited ?
i don't know any better   i am  as always  excited
"alright, i'll bite .. what's in the bag ?" i say

Years I’ve tried to tell you
Couldn’t help but keep it in
Purely building walls
Just so you couldn’t pierce my heart with a pin

There have always been good days
I love our connection when we drink
But when that is over
All of a sudden you can no longer think
A constant battle of words
Bruise my brain ’til it’s completely pink

When I appear enthusiastically
You shoot it down

When I get something done
You only look at what’s next

Last night I was enlightened
By the one who gives me all
That even though you try
You never let me stand proud and tall

And when we sit down for tea
It just feels like you don’t even know me