you told me stories of love that was unheard of. they were so real i could just about feel your finger tips finding every ridge of my spin. you told me of little castles in france that would some day be ours and how there would be flowers and sunshine and some day everything would be a little bit more alright than it seems now. that was three years ago. and here we are now more ****** up in the head than before and your fingers have found my spin and your lips are on my neck and i'm grabbing you like your the last breath of fresh air. in fact you are the last breath of fresh air. i kiss you and suddenly there are no storms in my head and when i talk to you, you must think i'm on ******* because my pupils are as big as the hole in my chest. but see love, while you were busy filling up my heart with all the love it could never possibly hold, i had thousands of dead bodies to bury in my head and maybe that's why my vision went blurry. i buried Reality and then i couldn't exactly see where i was walking. you took my hand and asked me to dance and you told me that "today we could be who we wanted to be." you said "today is just for you and me."