IV

one day at a time 

sometimes in the morning, i like to pretend im sleeping 

i don't want to start the day and realize i'm alive again 

the morning air isn't crisp anymore, it's usually heavy and sloppy

like a dogs warm tongue on your nose 

brushing my teeth and disturbing last nights regrets 

swishing the taste of regret in my cheeks and releasing the liquid in a habitual way 

i hate to be the person who tells you, you'll never reach the stars 

but you and i both know this and we'll continue to drink so i'll forget to say it another day 

im depressed again and you follow suit

i smile and you sob

you light a cigarette and i scream about the theory of us 

sometimes you look at me and see red 

sometimes i look at you and i wish i didnt 

you're like a child so i'll hold you through rain storms

you wipe my tears away when i tell you all you do is hurt me 

we know we won't last but if we sleep we can forget about it for some time

until we remember again 

until we remember again