she asked me tonight
why I’m never sober when I call.
how could I explain to her that
I still need that little bit of liquid courage
every time I want to talk to the only girl
who somehow after three years
still makes me as nervous as
the first time.
I stay up at night
waiting for something that
will never come.
It’s been so long
most nights I forget
What exactly it is that
I am waiting for
But when I do
And I think of you
My heart feels heavy like lead
Because no longer are you beside me
in my bed
and I miss your smile
your sweet sweet voice
that welling in my chest
that gave me the strength
to take on the world,
just you and me.
It’s 9 PM.
Suburban Youth 