I was told that the people you love
turn to ghosts inside of you
and like this, they survive.

But no one's ever told
how it feels to become the ghosts
that loathe being kept alive.

"Dreamers" would be kind, but no--
two liars
from the start.

We can't exist
outside this place

the streets lead us
apart.

Let the stars have the heavens
halo'ed in moonlight

let them rise and fall
upon the ethereal wings of angels

Let them sing their hymns
and arias

I will mind them not
for I long ago found paradise

here within your arms
my love.

I'm sorry i started crying.
i swear it was the alcohol
poisoning my words
and twisting my emotions.
and the tears were supposed to
tell you i love you
not make you afraid
for the future.
i meant to say i miss you
not that i hate you
but i think the words
just got confused in my mind.
I'm sorry for the mix up
its just that love
and hate seem to really
correlate in my drunken state
of reality.
lets pretend everything i
said was the perfect cocktail
of lovely seduction
convincing you, coaxing you
to reconsider my disastrous being,
take me back tonight
won't you please?
I've waited
and waited
years it seems for this
moment to come and make me
happy, alive, perfect.
you and me.
together.
love or hate
i don't know
or care
all that matters
is that its you
and me
again.

together.