Light
You feel like a thief of time
taking all of what you don't deserve
bright lights over street lamps
take away what makes them bright
He feels like night
like the welcome in the cold
it makes you sick
how nice this feeling is
When you cross ankles with him
He's not home
but home is just a place
youre not sure you belong anymore
When the walls angle in
hug you a little too close
you drag your nails on the paint
Hoping to leave some sort of mark
Claim this
what you one day will call past
what already calls you past
If only you could believe it
But your mother has calloused hands
your brother is alone
they still
need you
So you cross ankles with this boy
Hope carved on his face
and hope your face
is better at lying