"It gets better."
"I cannot see that."

"One day you would."
"But when is one day?"

When a wound heals, it doesn't immediately disappear. "It takes time."
"I run out of time."

Time is a mere man-made concept, nothing more. "Please don't say that."
"Yeah, I knew I shouldn't." Innocence is somehow socially accepted yet purity and honesty aren't.

"I hope you understand." What's said and left unsaid. They all matter and I hope you understand. I really do.
I wish you did understand. "I do. I completely understand."

I sat back in my chair, as I slowly raised my skirt, exposing my right thigh, all with a smile and a wink.

From across the room you glided, landing in the seat next to me, in a dimly lite room.

The whiskey on your tongue, though faint, is intoxicating.  The scent, heated by your breath, pales all truths.

As we leave to sojourn privately, I notice you watching each cheek rise to the occasion, while my stride picks up speed.

Whether you're here in the morning is insignificant to my appetite for sensation, so pardon me if I do not return your calls.  For one moment, (this moment)  - you mattered.

Half of reality is make believe.

I fell in love with you in the midnight skies
You fell out of love with me in the sunlit sky
I am now the owner of my own darkness