It's nights like these that make feelings of regret creep out of the shadows,
they come in through the cracks in the walls and the space beneath the door and crawl into the crevices in my bones and the pockets of space in my heart that used to be filled by you.

I wrap myself in the words you used to say, reread the messages you used to write and surround myself with the gifts you used to send back when I thought I was special...
back when you made me feel special.

It's nights like these when I can't help but imagine how much warmer I would be if I was in your arms, how much easier I would sleep knowing that I'd be waking up to you: your smile, your jokes, your touch...

But instead of sleeping, my mind continues to replay the moments,
the days,
the weeks,
the weeks and the ******* the months that led to this point, my mind is stuck trying to decipher where things went wrong and trying to determine how we got here and trying to find a way to ask "can we go back?"



I want to go back.

insanity, by its own nature, is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results (once said albert einstein)

but oh, how i love
the
anticipation
my darling

Go ask Alice in her padded cell
how she took a tumble and fell
down a rabbit hole of illusion
now don’s a straight-jacket of confusion.

Go ask Alice with her veins full of Lithium
how she surrendered to her delirium
of smoking caterpillars and a
grinning feline,
now attached to an Intravenous mainline.

Go ask Alice about her sanity
how it vanished in this asylum of rhapsody
in a fog that is translucent and hypnotic
in her Wonderland of painted narcotics.

He was not a Mr Right
But She Still fell for him
As he Said
All the "Right Things" to Her

For me
It was all black and white
and She,
from the beginning,
has been living
in Grey...

run, run
better run fast
jump, go high
go higher
hide, try under
check if it’s still there
BOO!
now you gotta run, again
                           jump, again
                           hide, again
                           check, again
but it’s gone,
because of her...
“hey baby, I got you”