my stranger
you know i barely think about you i really don't
you close a book and that is it
until you forget the story
i guess watching your favorite film yesterday was not a good idea
because i had a dream about you
it ended like an hour ago but it feels longer
we were in a weird motel
it looked almost put there just for us
and we talked
super weird how i feel like we talked
maybe we did talk
the dream realm is no joke
dude **** we have literally never talked lol
i don't even remember your voice
can i pretend that you are mute?
or is that rude of me to say?
because you were definitely not mute haha
and i promise i really do not have feelings for you
when people say that they usually lie
i'm not one of them right now
no reason to lie to myself
at times it feels like i don't have feelings period
i think it's a trauma response
or
i like to pretend
its so much more fun
that the vacuum cleaner i hear every night takes and ***** them out of me
funny right?
ugh yeah why do you care
it's just frustrating how much i wish you knew
about the stares, the playlists, the longing, the dreams
and i really wish i saved your bike
what does one person do with that information
they become numb and they lose it
i can't hold information don't you know
being numb has to be the worst
like you are almost home? and then you find out your hands have frozen and you drop the keys
and u just stand there lolol
no more home
so i wish someone else could take it instead
keep it for me
it spills and it growls. and it needs cleaning
and some love
but not too much or i remember
how i make strangers
i really tried to clean my hands
the mud isn't getting out
the one i buried you with
or is it guilt?
my stranger
truly out of all the strangers i have loved
you were the one i had a dream about
your favorite film has an amazing soundtrack btw
"so what if u catch me where would we land?"
it's been three years/ i saw him a couple days ago riding a new bike/ i actually didn't even recognize him isn't that weird?