Nyctophilia

The -OH function

And you get annoyed with me.

Again.

But you don't get it how much you mean to me, do you?

I sit there, roasting through your emotions. When you get mad, when you get sad, when you get high, and when you cry. But it happened. Again.

I can’t see you through all this. I can’t. But what choice do I have?

You drink, you smoke, ‘cause that’s “Your only hope.”

But you don’t. You don’t speak. You don’t tell me what you really feel.

“I need to talk to you.”

But, when I sit next to you, you never really do.

And then we fall into the same old cycle, the one where you need me, and you cling and cling, and then you get annoyed, and finally you ignore me.

You ignore me, and my world spins, and spins and I slowly start loosing it.

Because I can’t offer you the drink you need, I refuse to be the one to fill you and your need.

How can you expect me, to bring that stupid bottle of beer, give it in you hand, when I hold you so dear? Don’t you get it, no of course you don’t, because I’m sitting here, writing this useless note...