why is it

why is it
that
people you love
hate
themselves.

and all they see is
failure
and all you see is
beauty

they have so much potential
but they just
let it
slide off their finger tips

but grasp
drugs and alcohol for comfort
instead of the people
that have always been there

and will always be
there
oh you, i miss us
and the innocence we possessed

but now it's gone
and mary jane is your best
but girl,
i hope you never forget me.

forget us
the sweetness we had in our skin
now corrupted by the world and it's
darkness

love allows you to allow love to
run you over and over again
you'd think i'd learn my lesson
and just let you go

but i am your real sister
and i will lay here
on the cold concrete
and wait for you to get out of the car

i'm not leaving
pinky swear
i'm right where you left me.
get out of the car.