Tug-a-war

I'm tripping and thinking.  My bae is somewhere talking politics And defending the downtrodden.  

 She's something different than what I know or what I find comfortable.  

 I drank a bottle of wine that cost two grand.  Got just as buzzed as a 5 dollar six of pack. 

 I've walked roads I can't remember.  Seen things that made me trip. She's something different than the screaming, the fights.  She drinks bud light, in restaurants I shouldn't be in, when the waiter snubs his nose.  

He looked from me to her. Back again.  Until he concluded I was bought and paid for.  

 I saw the meteors from my back on her riverbank at midnight.  

 Parts of me break away every day.  

She and her world slip inches from my hand by the second.  

 I need her to say no.  For once just pick me