Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Tracing me with pretty fingers

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

I woke up in the middle of the night to scratch this out...I'm not sure if a dream or just recent events have spawned it, but well...here goes...

Everyday you put the lie to everything you say, even the untruths

Don't play dice with me, but I guess it's 6s and 7s tonight

You maintain a little less than your customary 3 feet of distance

I hope one day you know how bad you hould have wanted me, not because I want your regret

I'll probably still be here, not waiting, but here

Even if you just never find some one who moves like I do

I hope it's something else, but I suppose that'll have to do

True hate only comes from real love or real friendship

But all I hate is me

And truly being yours when you don't even want me

Never has science fiction seemed such a welcome escape

Parallel universes born out of different choices made

But it's only a dream

You even dream of me, or so you say

Staring out progressive windows at me

I should have let it be, left myself

Forever driving away in your memory

Instead I played the toy

Desperately wanting to be yours

Hurt me so I can feel better


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