Darling, look at what we've done
The mess we've made takes more than cleaning up
It takes time to disappear
or we'll no longer care
About the words we said
Like where we'd be when we are dead
Or how our daughter would hate her mother
And I'd be her sweet, beloved father.

I had this dream and I was me.
More importantly the person I want to be
maybe I saw you there with me
I'm not sure. I'd like to think
It was you and me

When you left, I felt the change
And everything is making sense
I understand but not inside
Our bodies were meant hide
What we fear the most of life
Where am I? Who am I?
Did you ever exist?
Or was it all a dream?

Hallucinations of you
And him.

I have this awesome idea!

I want to write a poem or maybe a book about a man who thinks himself into insanity, and while taking on the role of the man, I drive myself to madness.

We both know
What's coming soon
But we don't care
Let's just see
How much we
Can take
From each other
Before we leave

I took everyone away from their home in my heart and now they live in the back of my head. All in the name of "self." Oh how selfish of me to go away. Where am I when you need me and where are you when I need you? I need I and you need you. At least, I thought we needed only ourselves before I went away, met a girl and wrote a sad, sad movie. What do I write from here? I can go back to the way things were at home. Run back instead of run away. The endless days in bed with myself. Not loving or feeling anything. Dead-before-death person with a dream to be someone. Someone I wasn't working towards being. Someone I'm still not. I'm still the same boy, who can't seem to grasp anything, To love anyone, to be anyone.