Please be okay today.

please be okay today.
i keep pushing on my swing,
discovering how high i can
reach while you're sitting
on the round-a-bout, smoking,
for a different kind of high.

i'm crying. again. i have a new
insecurity that gets me low this
time and i won't admit it's your
fault. i know it doesn't help - you
crashed hours ago and almost
feel suicidal.

but when you don't have the
money for pot or for alcohol,
i get the best kind of high there
is. you have no addiction, no
problem, no god-damn issues
today.