Back rooms
With the spill of souls
And spirits
You can hear a pin drop
Or the sound of ice shoveled
Into vessels
Transporting spirits
Into souls.
On a night like this
There is no excitment like you
There is no one I wish to share myself to
But you.
You hate me for the wrong reasons
Because I say the things you dare not see (maybe too true or maybe too ugly) within yourself
I love you for saying all the things that i know and do see (As ugly as they are)
within myself
But I don’t look at you as someone I can use
I don’t like at you as something cheap
If you let me
I would keep you safe
I would show you love
But you don’t want that
You would rather misunderstand me
And hate me
Bevause you have been used and discarded
And now that’s how you treat anything that isn’t easy
Or anyone that would deal with you at your worst
As long as you were there to deal with my worst
Which gets easier and falls away the more you give me a reason to trust that you’ll be there when shit goes down
And I’m someone you want on your team when shit goes down
But on a night like this
I watch the many
Some baring souls
Some burying souls
writing for the next spirit to pour
And wishing you were here with me.
















































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