And she called me a lover you know

In a fitful sleep she told me...


How it wasn't worth it
How I shouldn't do it

How I would regret it

But I packed up my demons and her with them and left 



You know if love is like the wind unpredictable and free

Then
Hate is like a blind man with a gun to your head

Or a old lady pickpocket

Or a pastor cursing god on a Wednesday

Or her when she smiled at me that smile that didn't reach her eyes and told me the stories of her life that never happened, or how she forgot or how she remembered or how she told me she loved me and the sting of the words made me bleed more than the feel of her gold ring on my soft skin. 



Oh god oh god oh god.


And she called me a dreamer you know

Long before I knew what dreams where

And
Long before I woke up.

My dog likes to tell me stories about how the neighborhood dogs think my dog walking skills are boss

And the way I control a leash is classic

Likes to tell me stories about how in the middle of the night

When the lighting bugs and cigarettes are smoking (at the same time)

How I seem breath taking and celestially transcended

They think I'm cool and grounded

They think with their tails

Dogs can't really be trusted

And when we lay in bed at night

*My dog is never there the next morning