She's fading
It's been one year
five months
four days
and seventeen hours.
And I realize that she is beginning to fade.
The dreams have left,
ended months ago.
A new wife quickly found
over six months wed.
Of the past now no one speaks.
Why dredge up the sorrow?
"Time to move on"
Your clothes have.
What she bought you
now worn and stained.
But I can't forget,
or no one will remember.
I'm her last friend left,
And someone must try
to stop the fading.

Ode to a roommate

You stupid silly drama queen
and all these games you play.
You thrive on gossip and the news
of other people's lives.
You have no room for friends
'cause your life is so complicated.
the boys who love you
and the ones you don't.
Every moment filled with intrigue.

News flash, take a poll.
No one cares.
This isn't your universe and no,
the sun doesn't rise or set on you.
So lower your stupid voice.
Slow down and listen for once
To others!
Because on my world stage
you are only a background player.

Why I don't like to be awake

I don't like to be awake because when you are awake all the troubles come.
When you are awake you can't turn off your brain.
When you are awake there are no answers and no conclusions.
I don't like to be awake because thats when people ask me questions.
And I question myself as well.
When you are awake it is easiest to remember. And easier to cry.
When you are awake your fears come out to play.
I don't like to be awake.
Especially at nighttime.