Calling Mom at 2:37 AM on the side of a highway

You're growing tired of me

And how I care so much about everything

I'm growing tired of me

And that's okay

He's sliding into your bed

A little drunk and it's gone to his head

He slides out of your bed

But you're okay

And that's okay.

I gave myself another cliche

Roses and chocolate for valentine's day

I turned myself into a cliche

But I'm okay

Because you're okay

And that's okay.

I had the dream again

Of myself flying through nothing

And pretending that all my love

Was reciprocated

Just once. 

Just once. 

Just once I wish I could grasp 

The clouds around the waning moon 

And throttle the stars that glare 

In accusatory silence 

At all the actions I have wrought 

And let their quiet fading voices 

Cry out into nothingness 

And blink 

A code to any approaching life 

That this planet, this country, this city is cursed 

And their starships wink against the nothing of space and apologize to the people that are trapped in her wrought iron embrace. 

And mother will never let her babies go.