i thought you were my happiness
but obviously i didnt know what
being happy was.

today I am going to sit down and write
this is a simple task for some
but for me and my chaotic mind
it is a fearsome brutal acceptance of my own
personal destruction

The first night we met replays in my head
I could lay with you in my car forever
high and gazing at the stars out my window
feel your eyes on me through the hazy air
Raspberry kisses that I can't remember
Help me remember, I need you again.

I miss you and you were not mine.
A waste of a dream --a waste of my time.