Trial by fire

Fight for a place.
Fight for a place in my life don't  demand it.
I don't  mean to scare you for you know that I would let you in.
But I grew tired of waiting, of hoping.
It doesn't  work that way and I know it, somehow i still cling onto  hope.
I'm  summer and you're  winter.
You're  sober and I can't  feel my limbs.
You are safe asleep and I party until I pass out.
So why damn it why do I still see you when I close my eyes.
Why do I hope that someway somehow we'll  meet again?
What a sick and twisted game.

-thoughts of a past life.