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Look at me
I'm an illusion
Breathing air
From your lungs.

Look at me
I'm a song
You used to love
But not anymore

Look at me
I'm the dream
You once had
In your open eyes

Look at me
Slipping through your fingers
A flower in the sand
A drunk on the sidewalk
Dying like the hopes
Of those who thought
That love
Will one day
conquer the world.

Look at me
Now
A naked ghost
Searching for a place to go
Away from your storm
Away from your soul
Away from all I used to know

Look at me
breathing
disolving
My own illusion
Becoming.
 Sep 2016 Scott F Hemingway
Jo
Some nights I miss you like crazy. Some nights I wish I were dead.
    I miss the sound of you breathing. I can't get you out of my head.
I stared out the window this morning. I took down my pictures of you.
    I never thought that I'd be so lonely. I really ought to figure out what I'm going to do.
    The fire in your eyes that I love is gone, but your smell is on my pillow.
    Where did we go?
    I heard you got another woman on the west end of the city. I bet you're happy now and you're life has changed for the better, but I bet she doesn't lay you down and whisper things that can make your body shiver.
    You're way past gone and there's no looking back from here. The fire
in my eyes has come and gone, but your smell is on my pillow.
    This is your last song.
   I hate that I love you. I hate the way you say my name and I hate the way that I fell and I got so caught up in this moment, of what we couldn't be.
   You're the answers to my dreams and my reality. You're the answerto my dreams and reality.

   Come home to me.
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