82

I'm so embarrassed 

That I need you to function 

I swear I'm healthy 

81

I can feel your warmth

Numbing my worries and fears

Until tomorrow

80

we have failed ourselves

By believing we can change 

Someone else's mind 

79

Dear bittersweet vice

You've turned more bitter than sweet

Yet still sweet enough...

78

Sadly, you've become 

Such a fruitless endeavor 

Old habits die hard 

77

Weary eyes & smiles

Roadmaps as well as regrets

Worth their weight in gold

76

Father stretch my hands...

Iconic or ironic?

Swag swag swag swag swag

75

We assign value 

Quite Disproportionately 

Yet claim we're equal

74

You require more 

Than you are willing to give 

Yet you keep me warm 

73

I tried to let go 

Of this fruitless endeavor 

The roots were too deep

72

These familiar arms

Are easy to fall into 

The glow is too bright 

71

I'm losing myself

In the comfortable warmth

Of your calming numb

70

With each passing drink

We reveal too much about 

Who we are hiding 

69

We are waging war 

Against the best versions of

Our broken futures