A Watcher

A watcher.

On a deserted beach I wait.

Abandoned;

Lonely in my own company.

With fears to plague me,

Akin to those of a lost child.

Dreaming.

A dark stain shadows my mind.

Hurt.

Familiar hands close about my throat.

I struggle, full of fight to live,

Then awake, alone again.

I withdraw.

My shell is my protection.

Separated,

Torn from you I bleed.

You are so far away,

And nothing has changed but me.

A watcher,

Reliving an old love in her heart.

Waiting.

Insecure and terrified to lose.

Though I am safe from the usual scars,

Because you wait for me too.

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Crazy Boy

Crazy boy,
Drives his car too fast,
Drinks himself to sleep,
Breaks his mother’s heart.
Crazy boy,
Smokes a pack a day,
Scars in his heart and on his arms,
Are too well hidden away.
Crazy boy,
Wasn’t crazy once,
Had friends who loved him well.
Friends that weren’t all drunk.
Crazy boy,
Overdosed on speed,
Was searching for an escape,
And now his soul is freed.
Crazy boy,
Drove his car too fast,
Drunk himself to sleep,
Broke his mother’s heart.