Seven hours drags on
feeling like eternity
anxiously waiting to get home
need some new scenery
maybe I'll go see my dad.

when you say goodnight
who do you tell to have sweet dreams
close friends
mere acquaintances?
or maybe your mom
the person that holds your heart
or just everyone
but I'm wondering
who am I in that mess of sweet dreams?

how many steps would it take
to get to you
a little more than two blocks away
maybe a five minute walk
should i count them
i count the days of your absence
67
sixty seven too many
i miss your face
i used to see you every weekend
you're always so busy
too busy for me

today should have been fun
but i was irritated
tired
constantly ready to snap
i am a mess
need
sleep
i'm cranky
feeling mean
want to be kind
but i feel the need to scream
someone take me away for a while
i feel trapped in this town
someone make me smile
before i drown.

our friendship lately
feels dangerous
rocky, on edge
i try, but
every
little
thing
i
do
seems to irritate you
i can never be
right
with you
and i am stubborn
shouldn't you know?
it just ***** to feel
like i'm the only one
trying
i understand, you have crap going on
but that doesn't make it right to
treat me
like crap
i came to you the other day
because i thought i felt safe
but now i'm questioning that
because everything
i have to say
you counteract
you retort
you snark
you are never
happy
with me it seems like
unless
i'm
helping
**you

At 3 am my hands froze
wishing for gloves
or hands to hold
my eyes fighting to stay open
my fingers in constant typing motion
in each room there's someone snoring
behind their eyelids their subconscious exploring
i'm fond of this place called dream land
but you'll have to wait my dear sandman.

Every time I think I've found
a new poet to love
they're taken.