When we see each other again will it be this cold? tired from the week and
unscheduled events i hope i understand. wide awake, my eyelashes desperately
flutter to let myself fall back into what she had woven so well. sealed lungs shut
with your open mouth to my spine. early morning to make it through this haze,
beautiful memories now only haunt me. things like this never last. wasted time
rearranging what i was trying to omit, leaving the saliva scented ruin upon my
wrists. so young, wasting this tired life on endless thoughts and endless nights,
and i end up nothing to you, not a fucking thing and i am fucked up again. (i was
nothing to you.) i guess the talents will always outweigh the flowing constant
streaming so perfectly through, trying to erase the now for then. i have dreamt
every night of being on that train with you, but i won't be on that train tonight.
i'm not at your convience.
