it's getting worse,
the aching pain
that gets heavier and heavier
each time i see you.
i may be strong,
but i will break,
soon enough,
and the worst part is,
you can't put the pieces back together,
no one can.
this door,
this heart leads to
nowhere,
so don't open it,
you may regret it.

why am i under your control?
why am i under your influence?
everything you do, i do.
you smoke, i smoke.
you drink, i drink.
you get high, and i repeat.
i don't know if i should
love it or hate it.
perhaps, i am just desperate
for attention and love,
so i imitate you,
just so you can notice me.

i want to lose
my voice, so you
can't hear what i'm
screaming to you,
because i know
i'm going to regret it.

running through
the meadow under
the scattered,
shining stars
on the dark sky,
and after a long run,
you'll start
dancing around,
swaying and spinning
with that wreath
on your head,
the one that
i love too much.
and you'll get tired,
and be out of breath,
you'll fall onto the ground
surrounded by
yellow grass and
wilted flowers,
the one that you love
too much.
and you'll stare
and stare into
the stars,
until your eyes start
to close and you'll
find yourself
falling into a peaceful
dream, filled
with flowers, stars
and me.

it was a dumb idea
loving you,
and even a dumber
idea telling you,
but the dumbest idea
was believing you.