A red glow covers the entire room from her desk lamp,
White light shines to emphasize the bags under my eyes.
A survival kit of snack foods lay at the foot of the bed,
Just in case we need scooby snacks to save a life.
Books and clothes lay on the floor
because both of our bright minds have been set on other things.

She lays under her bed facing away from me,
Still talking to me in that sweet angelic voice of hers.
Even though I cannot see her face,
I can still sense a smile.
I tried to juggle the conversatioin from friends and her,
Click Click, now it's just us.

I stood next to her bed,
She asked me what was wrong.
I told her the about the gaga friends
That we usually hang out with hurt her.
She said she was fine,
"What else is going on?"

"Are you proud?" "of course,
you have guts not to touch."
"I'm halfway done"
"I know, Love"
"What was that again?"
"I'm proud of you, Love."
Again: I'm proud of you, Love.
proud, Love