Oh So Classicsummer bleeds intofallbleeds intowinter.and there is no "we"no "us"only youwith herwhich would be fineif this weren't daytimetv sitcom materialand she wasn'tmy best friend
Let Us Pretendbecause I'm flatteredandbecause you havenice absand nice everything elsebecause it's late and I'mboredbecause "we" is a conceptlargely left unexplored when it comes toyou and Ibecause I have all these reasonswhyand almost no reasonswhy not.because I want to be ruined(especially by you)
Perfect SincerityI require only your thoughtslaid out on a platterof speechbefore me.The verbal version ofall your brain canregurgitateyour skull's previously one way mirroropened up with scalpelsleaving only raw brain before meuncut diamondsthis simple kind of perfectionachieved only byhonest and complete sinceritylet me into the untrod mess that isyour mind.
FirstThat's when I realized we were more than what I cared to admit (even to myself) and maybe you thought I was joking or playing along but I swearI have never been more serious in my life.And while I waited for your reply I was going weak. Maybe I'm starved for you. Maybe if you were here I wouldn't need food or water because you sustain me more than anything else. I can't stop thinking that when I see you I won't be able to stop. I won't want you to stop. And it'll be on. I crave you. I crave your arms around me and maybe it's just that everything looks better when you can't have it or maybe your eloquence just twists up my insides in the most glorious way and the way your words paint with colors I've never experienced has me hanging on like the only other option is drowning. Lately I find myself constantly spewing cliches because you fulfill all of mine. You're like a character in a movie with so