waking up you face me and look normal, your expression looks normal, but when you turn to the side i see the bags under your eyes and the slump in your spine that tells me you probably haven't slept in days. so maybe you're having fun and you're off on adventures, maybe you've seen more of this city in your two months of living here than i have in the twenty years i've been here, but baby look at the toll it is taking on your body, look through the glaze over your eyes at the reality in the mirror. you are so beautiful but such a mess, my schizophrenic & meandering best friend. |