Let's sit and pretend
Like we haven't lost it all
Everything we built; it's tsunami season afterall
But keep it coming,
you are the wind and I was warned  
Take a sip off of your teacup and smile
like the charming witch you are
Yes witch
Because say whatever you will
Hearts, no matter how broken,
Aren't supposed to hurt like this

There you are, sitting, feeling pretty
And I can't breathe
... Not because of you though
My sinuses are just blocked

Dreams.

There's one and the other

The one I'm chasing and

The one I'm being chased in

I don't bother about sleep these days

My dreams wake me up anyway

And it's not the one I'm being chased in...

I knew I shouldn't have
Bothered with a hello
But you looked so much
Like a memory from my dreams
Like him you hated breakfast
And people, but loved coffee
Your eyes had answers
To questions unasked
And those eyes they
Betrayed my resolve
I was clinically obsessed
But you warned me didn't you
But what's love
without the thrills of the risk
So I carried your cross
Across My chest until
I hanged by it
You had a lot of baggage
And you added my heart to the loot
Now you are no more
But so am I.

You see?
There's something about women
I've seen water
Hard and soft, tasteless and with taste
Still can't do without water

They are like water.
Hard and soft
Sometimes blue and feeling it
Beautiful, with ripples of anger and laughter
Making up Most of the earth

And We definitely can't do without them.

I could see the beauty in you if I was blind
And even if I was deaf, your heart
It speaks volumes

I've always felt that time existed
In minutes of illusion
And in pocketful of moments
Moments we wish didn't turn into memories

I've always thought that I could
Live without anybody and so
Stuck within the space between my heart
And my head I reject everything
That looks like or sounds like the L-word
But here's the thing
I haven't yet still gotten over our time spent
Recycling time into seconds of memories
It wasn't an illusion but our memories
They seem like they are; we were
Two people broken and all over the place
But with each other found perfection
In being broken and the beauty in fallen pieces
We fit,
Yet we split
And even though now time
is back to being an illusion  
I can't seem to tick my way back to you.