I don't want to say our love is like a dream
Because sooner or later
One of us will wake up
Struggling to remember

I feel like listening to sad songs and jumping out of windows from 20 million floor high buildings hoping to land on my ******* head to shake those memories out but not jump to die even though I will. But I know in a few hours i'll laugh or smile and i'll feel fine again and I will take back what I said about dying and I will say I'm happy and I want to live but deep down I seriously don't want to anymore.

The people that already know about my past are gone and I need to talk to someone who has been there

It seems as though
You have forgotten that night
That night when we kissed
In my bed
And you took my innocence
I walk past you now
I look at you
Sadly you don't return my gaze
Please just look into my eyes
Stop walking past me
Like we never happened.

I miss the ******* old times
I feel the bad times creeping back in
I don't know how much longer
I will be able to fake it

For a moment
A tiny moment
I thought I saw you
I thought I
R e a l l y
Saw you
I saw you laugh
And smile
I saw your soul
And I am left in awe
Because I saw how beautiful
You
R e a l l y
Are
Or I could just be my imagination
And I saw you like how I do
Every other day
Quiet and ****** face
With a fake laugh
Forced smiles
Not a glimmer of
True self
In your eyes

The curve of your life line fits around my waist and the shortness of your breath makes me look at my palm and see
my life line is short
closing my eyes is romantic breathing is romantic walking and running and twitching in my sleep everything is romantic
i romanticize the universe and its ability to ****
we have no place to stay but our homes but our homes are not our homes they are the
Houses
the windows are clear i see you behind blinds and thick curtains i see you cry and know the familiar sound of
Weeping
but the trace of wetness on your cheeks propels me to stare the tear escapes in and out of your nose and in between
The Lips
features and flaws are washed and stained and i can smell the deep violent of your cry
the shaking the turmoil the fading of consciousness is all too known
it's recognized so well because i cry in front of the mirror
now i know vulnerability

I like to think about you
Thinking about me
You dreaming about me
You practicing what you would
Say to me
You wanting me

A lot can be said
In a minute
Less in an hour
It all depends
On how you measure
Your forever

Yes
I do the same thing all day everyday
No
I do not do anything
At all