Stranger

What's wrong? I know you don't know, and don't get me wrong I'm not mad or upset with you. I love you. But I'm really afraid that you'll turn into someone that I don't like anymore, again like when you were doing all that coke. Everything is swirling around us like a vortex and I can't help but think that you're going to get sucked up into it, without protest. Your room-mate and you will start doing lots of drugs and drinking again (Not that I didn't spend many summers the same way). But we got to a point where things are good. And now everything is changing and I know I should talk to you, but I'm not sure I will. You will stop caring about me. You'll be easily influenced by the bunches of people your room-mate brings in and I will lose you. I will no longer recognize you; you will be the stranger waking up next to me.


I'm supposed to be excited about the future, but all i want is right now.