Do You Dare to Step Inside

I don't care as the bass
vibrates the tips of my toes,
below may be resting heads
however I am feeling the flow.

I don't care about the clock,
it ticks to 6 hours of sleep
but I can't close these lids anyways;
If only I could set that bed a blaze.

I don't care about my liquor throat,
the wine soothes my mind for now;
it keeps me from the will
to allow myself only a prison window sill.

I don't care about dreading my morning,
40 hours in one cell
will be 40 less hours to give in
to this spell.

I don't care about the noise,
when it comes down to me and the paper,
it is me and you I speak of,
no one else exists in this love.

But I do care about what they think,
I ponder that night
and let the guilt set in
by the closest enemy in sight.

I do care about my exhausted actions,
I let you fall to the final hour,
and said No to another call
whereas I'm left with no reclamation to recall.

I do care about our last words,
Though thankful of our I Love Yous,
I cringe to a promise
I now keep as an accomplice.

I do care that my stomach wants to protrude,
the very thought of you underneath ground
makes my lungs whimper
and my eyes search for something sound.

I do care that you hurt me by leaving,
many pieces of your heart chipped off along the way,
through the hurricanes I dried my heart each time,
ready and willing to again get swept away.

Your heart plead till its last drop,
but not in time to rejuvenate the dryness
I began to know
as my only glow.

Offbeat to the last second,
I bleed to know that timing was everything,
but I find no liquid left,
only a love that will never be put to rest.