I'll be home soon. You always forget to pay attention to what day it is. Always. Now, you forgot to watch the calendar and your lover has come to visit the day that I come home. You didn't realize... now she and I are crossing over.
What do you think I am? You haven't told me yet. Will I see her? You kissed me on the levee and told me you fall in love too fast. Where are you falling?
I don't care that she's around, I just care that I won't get to see you. 123 goodbye, farewell, hands waving in the distance, I cant' see you through the fog.
I just wanted to sleep in your bed for 8 days, smoke your cigarettes, share our whiskey, eat breakfast in your garden, listen to your music, dance deeply with your friends while you sit in the corner (since you only agreed to dance with me once and that time has past), to play the face game, laugh laugh laugh, and then leave like I always do.
But somebody else gets to be there instead of me. Does she play games? I wonder.
You are confusing, completely. I want to know what you're thinking... I want to shake your head and let all your ideas fall out. I want you to let me read your poetry- you let me read ONE poem and it blew my mind. Share with me! Let me see! You let me read the poem about the saddest fuck you ever fucked- and I want more more more. What else do you write about, god damnit!? You told me that I inspired you to write, in a flurry, like an epiphany. You told me you wanted to write like me. SHOW ME. SHARE, please. Talk to me.
FUCK. what are you thinking?
