Does the late  night chats?
You telling me you love me?
The kisses?
The jacket?
Me loving you?
My best friend being mad at me because of you?
Me getting a headache from the smoke smell on your jacket,
But its worth it right??
Does this all mean something?

Let me tell you a story
A story where everything bad is made of bleach
And everything she eats, does, or says leaves that bitter taste within her
A place that has only people that cant understand but so desperately want to
A world where we thrive on mystery and it destroys the best of us
A world where she just wanted to be understood
But she realized that would never happen
And while that placed impeccable loneliness within her
It was also like a breath of fresh air
Because she is not someone people would like if they understood
How she really truly is
So maybe its okay to be lonely
Thats just how she was meant to be

It is a passing love affair
The black thorny rose
Thin stemmed
Bleeding nightmare
Beauty bathed in darkness
Like a black cat
Sleek feline queen of Sheba
Narcissus and Nefertiti
Persephone
Eyes open no final reflection in death
Just peace from life’s pain
Not a mistress I would pursue for a kiss
But one that one day I might not resist

It was much better staring at the ceiling
Living life was better without feeling
Lying with her
Life was a blur
I never thought I'd die
It was too hard to say goodbye

We lived in New York
All the wine was uncorked
Your dress may have been red
You are I were secretly wed
And all this must have led
To how I ended up dead

I was nothing but a con man
But she stole my heart again
Now I'm conning my life
For just one more night
They all say I'm dying
But at least I'm trying

She won't tell me where it was
She can't feel my love buzz
She'll pull the plug now
She'll go hang with a new crowd