It ain't so bad if it makes me feel love.
If it removes the superficial layer of people.
If it strikes me with ideas of connection and demands the expression of affection.
It can't be so bad if it removes from memory those who are of no consequence yet still keeps me playful and polite.
It's not so bad if it treats me bad if I abuse it or people in its name.
How dare I assume its place in front of me, a substance I control.
It ain't so bad... But maybe I am.
- Sleeps
Determined not to allow us to die I think past the end back to the moments in between times we thought were all.
I remember the first time I stayed around your place. Your father next door drunk falling asleep. A usual thing for you but was foreign to me, it was drugs and other vices I was accustomed to. But in retrospect it was all escapism and subtle despair.
But in your room, two lovers embracing the excitement of new feelings and experiences.
The dark poetry written on the wall would have been insight if it were not for my youthful arrogance.
I was surprised you let me in. But then girls love arse holes. I was just one with a sense of humour and a way with written word.
Your naked body was young and beautiful, the imperfections making you so much more perfect.
We took to the floor since your bed would make so much noise with movement.
Lite milk skin, after time began to quiver with both cold and ecstasy. I took you back to bed to wrap you in blanket and rub you with the warmth of friction.
As you drifted I starred into the half lit room exposing the shadows of your mind to which mine asked questions of if I could make things right or at least better for you.
I would have liked to have come to a conclusion but with your demons came a reflection of mine... And as messed up as it sounds it felt I could call out to the corner of the room to then hear a deep growl of a whisper speaking back at me to test my courage and sincerity.
Days later you had bruises on your back which looked as though you had been abused and nearly freaked out wanting to kill whoever touched you... Until you explained it was me and the time we had your back to the floor.
You smiled at me. Reminding me that some bruises we're proud to own.
- Sleeps
