'you have monkey toes'
she always giggled
when we played foot wars
on that smelly old couch.
the couch that we
cuddled on for hours
while she braided my hair
and told me fairytales.
she's the one who made
me believe in all that,
the magic in the world
the fairies and the monsters,
the angels and the saviors.
and she was the one
that always saved me.
but now she's 950 miles
and 16 hours away.

it seems
i've always loved
tragic things
and hated
happy endings

I'm sorry i started crying.
i swear it was the alcohol
poisoning my words
and twisting my emotions.
and the tears were supposed to
tell you i love you
not make you afraid
for the future.
i meant to say i miss you
not that i hate you
but i think the words
just got confused in my mind.
I'm sorry for the mix up
its just that love
and hate seem to really
correlate in my drunken state
of reality.
lets pretend everything i
said was the perfect cocktail
of lovely seduction
convincing you, coaxing you
to reconsider my disastrous being,
take me back tonight
won't you please?
I've waited
and waited
years it seems for this
moment to come and make me
happy, alive, perfect.
you and me.
together.
love or hate
i don't know
or care
all that matters
is that its you
and me
again.

together.