Faithless

Dear Stranger;
It is harder than ever to let you be a part of my life. I miss the simple comfort you gave me so many times after so many tears. I hope this is temporary.

Dear Stranger;
Lighten up. Smoke a bowl. It's rough, growing up, but so is being with you when all the things that weigh down your thoughts are kept so close.

Dear Stranger;
I'm glad for the understanding. I know you could never have cared as much as I did and I'm better off with people who genuinely do.. who can show it, uncomplicated and sincere, without thinking about how it makes them look or seem to anyone else or me. I'm done being the bigger person and hiding my pain for your benefit, trying to be there for you and be a big girl at the same time.

Dear Stranger;
It's your hand on my face, your quiet confessions that make me unsure and unsteady on my feet.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate.