1-4-16 forty three days clean
It feels that our exchange of words is quite dull these days.
I can't pretend that you never lit my world up like the fourth of July.
It's been a period of bliss between today and the pain
But the days start to feel full of you.

I told myself I'd never get attached. And I did.
At least I'm not dependent upon you this time..

God, I know you've got no reason to love someone like me. One second I'm apathetic and the next I'll do anything you ask with just a glance at those eyes light up or I'll hate myself and everything I do and it'll drive you crazy.

You're heavenly.
I'm enveloped in the flames of hell.
(Wasn't I supposed to be religious?)

Tell me you love me.
I know my mechanical movements don't compare to your graceful ones but I swear we can make it work.

Why are you in my head all the time?
I'm a ghost. How can you see me?

I see you smile and laugh just feet away and it kills me. I never could give you such a physical affect. And perhaps I could've- would've but you held us underground for a reason I understand.

Fuck. This was all in our heads, wasn't it?

- (m.m)