6 Am

It's 6am, I'm shivering beneath the bed sheets

The pillowcase fell off last night when I held it in my arms. I read

Short stories, while you twitched in your sleep beside me, your

Breath it fell so heavy, as I sat there in the dark

And oh you whispered quiet, making friends beneath the

Scenery of a sun cracked open sky beneath the dark lids

Of your eyes. You were skipping stones and I was still alone

When I turned off the light, scribbling onto sticky notes

I am scared and that's the best that I can say

I work a job to pay the debt I owe my family, to pay back for

That one time I pushed your chin. All this hope I hold just buries

Its evil in me out of sight, but it slips through a whole

In my side, I've seen another of me and you

So we'll climb in that buick down 222, and I'll

Close my eyes, the sun goes down each time I see the light

I swear it's true. Because I've loved down with this crown watching

Old dogs age without whimpering, and I find it hard to say that

I am strong

But I'll be sure with each passing breath to read you

Stories that are glimmering with the light that reflected

Off these marigolds that caught my neck when I hit

The ground

And oh you whispered quiet, making friends beneath the

Scenery of a sun cracked open sky beneath the dark lids

Of your eyes. You were skipping stones and I was still alone

When I turned off the light, scribbling onto sticky notes

I am scared and that's the best that I can say

All we are is all we are and still I will become, all I am and all

I thought I can't recall because

And oh you whispered quiet, making friends beneath the

Scenery of a sun cracked open sky beneath the dark lids

Of your eyes. You were skipping stones and I was still alone

When I turned off the light, scribbling onto sticky notes

I am scared and that's the best that I can say

I'm still tugging on your hand, like when I was innocent

We used to only lie when we needed sleep