Another perfect night of
A stomach full on ice cream
new memories with friends
favorite music playing late at night
after everyone has gone home
and the world is silent again

The night is cold and I wish you were here
so I could lean against you
with my head in the crook of your neck
your arm around me as I dream of being with you always.
Knowing you would never leave me.
Knowing I would always be there for you,
that we would always be there for each other
all the time and when the night is cold.

Like the empty roof over a house of anger,
there can be a place of escape
even in the most imprisoning places.

Somewhere were you can think as you wish
without someone deciding you have
to share your thoughts with the world.

A place where you can listen to what you want.
Something, anything other then their constant voices
drilling what they want you to do in your head.

Stuck in another jail house.
At least they let us walk from cell to cell on our own
before we have to sit (not even stand to stretch) for an hour
in a small, cold, stone room.
As they talk in monotone,
punishing us if we dare think about sleeping.

Tonight I'm missing you

Tonight I'm wishing you were sitting next to me on the couch
holding my hand, maybe reading a book
maybe we are talking about nothing
or just sitting there with my head in your lap
listening to the crickets outside, to the silence of the wind
coming through the open window.

I really don't know what I saw in you.

The boy who would talk with me past 1
not realizing a second past

But who would have to work on talking to me
in person.

We would run for three miles together
and only exchange a few sentences.

Somehow, though, that was enough for me.

I've been protecting myself for so long
always pushing back the oncoming walls.

It would be so much easier if someone would be there with me
then maybe we could break down all these walls together

and together we could live in peace