I Seem to be Apart of Something

Companionship. 

The almighty sacrifice of material goods 

For the mere trade of company. 

I want this to last an eternal silent light.

Your mother promised that you were just fine. 

We are in her good graces.

Do me a favor and don't lie to me.

I can see the truth in your eyes,

Highlighted by the fear. 

We are alone, together. It keeps us from emptiness. 

Let's pack these cigarettes to burn out our innocence.

Under umbrellas of rainbow press. 

Humming fancy tunes, that stabilize solitude.

You have only been able to prove that I've got the apititude

To write lines of love.

One day...

I'll send this to you,

When you jump the gun.