I haven't been opening the blinds every morning, or snuggling with Mr. Hippo as I fall asleep.
I've been swallowing little blue things and hurriedly reading as many pages as I can before my eyes shut.
I've been confusing reality with the lives of made up people and replacing the past with the present.
No matter how dull it may be.
I need to let this run its course before I run back to you.

When all you need is that one more chance to prove the "truth," you will get nothing.
Whether you keep crying wolf or start crying witch,
You will inevitably drown in your own lies.
Even a screaming Salem girl would've given up by now, but the salvation of your soul is out of anybody's control, anyway.

How ridiculous is it that even sugar substitutes scream your name?
Understandable with the veins of a diabetic, though.
You're one bad habit too sweet to shake, and you put me in shock with that rare, flashing smile.
I ripped open a packet and studied those white crystals as I'd once studied you.
I failed to consider your authenticity before pouring.
Freely you fell, and loosely, you dissolved.
I stirred you in, and wanted more.
Suddenly sour, my drink was unbearable.
You ripped my heart in two in the same way I tore that paper.
This divided heart of mine is now a pool swimming with your artificial ingredients.
But honestly, how concious is anyone measuring your flavor?
My god, life's so bland without you.

If hate truly exists, then I honestly hate forgetting
I fail to recall my common sense when your memory makes me feel at ease
I forgot to push through your pulling me back when I remember what you once said,
a hundred times less than I'd like to have heard

The temporary taste your mouth craved quickly became forgotten by your restless mind. Didn't realize what you so desperately needed until ripe sweetness dissipated.
Her tired eyes could no longer precipitate on that overcast morning.
In sipping that black coffee a little too fast, bitterness struck the buds on your hot tongue.
She watched you cringe and almost felt the same shock that once scarred her. Because she did kiss satan before. And she did cry, hard,
for you.
Ice boulders against your freckled shoulders.
I leapt off the crescent moon's edge to feel the mere flecks of snow upon my own skin.
Everyday I wonder, was that kiss a sin?
Impossible to reel in, you tugged from afar. Gravity envied your strength.
The pull of your drift made me remember my weakness. I have felt the weight of hate, that small bit alone so great. Your heart played the victim bait on my stretched out line.
I swear, the moon's never shined so bright. You reflected my own light, I just wanted a cool touch but certain hugs can be too tight. Too hot to handle. I offered you my oxygen but grew lightheaded. Then I regained my balance.
I suffocated suffocating the most innocent catch I ever knew. I could never reel you too close to me again or, fatally, you'd burn too. You left nothing but an impressioned body orbiting other planets when I thought I was the star.
I commanded God to make up his mind. "Choose one side and give me a sign."
Bitter or sweet, he manipulated both.
Her system so solar, centered on herself, His help was useless against the burning lies and sin lying within. Never again did she feel guilty since the day she realized that she was only one galaxy in his limitless universe.

I need you
To tell me it’s okay. I’m allergic to hay and scarecrows do their job.
Get me high, cheer me up. Let’s go on a trip.
Show me around munchkin town and their residents might lead us to the wizard. We might get stuck in a blizzard but I’ll refuse to let that cold, white powder outshine my shoes. See, I’m done with the blues. You can tickle my sore, ruby red feet. Force out of me a fluttering laugh. We’ll go somewhere over the rainbow and back. Sing me a song and I’ll try to follow along
This yellow brick road.
Pass up each rest stop but you can take me to gift shops. You can buy me a stuffed lion. Unless you’d rather the zoo. I did always need a little spontaneity to live courageously.
But who cares?
I do. Because if I only had a brain, I’d think to grease up my tin friend and give him my… a heart.
There’s a start!
I don’t wanna stop this groove in my heart… I mean… my ruby shoes, but life isn’t all emerald castles, chimney tops, and lemon drops. Over the rainbow there is no *** of gold and behind the green curtain there’s no all-seeing wizard.
Only a selfish leprechaun who sees no further than his own lashes.