Smell of alcohol still lingers in these halls
From the first night we went out
And you had too much to drink
Vodka on your breath, a perfume you preferred
I held your hair back from then on<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, these sleepless nights,
Waiting up for you, to with you
Too much to bear, how could I?
Each time, more and more
Heart cracking like a fault, earthquake on the horizon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A knock that echos like a scream in an empty room
Here you come again stumbling, fumbling your way back home
Staircase behind you, a trail of tears in front
The keys jingle in the knob, looking for the piece that fits
A metaphor for our lives<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside that apartment, a monsoon will rage
Feelings had will be swept away
The waves, bigger than Everest, will be too much
Foundation will break and crack and flood us
But for now, the googles we have are enough<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Passing through the hall like my childhood demons
Barging into the room where I lay
Pretending to sleep, not wanting to acknowledge the fear
Slipping into the sheets, you undress
Another night sleeping with the monster<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not always here and not every night
Choosing on its own accord when it wants you as prey
Wish I could have seen what you really are
That those tall tales weren\u2019t so real
Monsters do wear human skin, and have brown eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sun glaring through the windows
Daylight seemed to be the one weakness
And the one saving grace
That morning, things would be different
Eyes open underwater, the storm begins<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Joshua King is a 29 year old from Maryland. When not at work, Joshua enjoys spending quality time with his cats and friends. Joshua really started to love poetry when he was in college and since then has practiced it in his free time. Now, after 7 years, he is finally ready to show some to the world.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"