Now I know why I'm not allowed to write in the morning. Cuz that's when you're most potent. Last night you told me it could've been different and I told you that we couldn't go back and change that. And all I was really thinking was that if I fell in, would you catch me or watch me sink? And the part that really confuses me is I can't imagine it either way.  I can imagine the sun setting on some foreign rolling hill or torrents of rain pouring down in a bright blue sky but, I can't imagine you catching me or letting me drown. And that's why I don't think this is something planned. This isn't even something that was meant to happen. Darker nights and softer lullabies send me to sleep faster than you do. Don't mention it, I'll be gone before morning, now just do your part and get out of my head.

nothing makes me feel more alone than the way I'm in love with the idea of love. And how every new prospect drowns me in dreams of what we could be, who I should be, how this could happen and how it won't. Touching palms like we'd never torn apart anything of value and drawing parallels in the way we both sleep on only one side of the bed. Locking eyes like mirrors never made us want to cry and clutching memories like the hair on the back of your neck mid kiss. Let me know I'm yours, if only for tonight. Calling dibs through the flames and sending kisses to the escape. This is what I wanted but, I still can't get this web of missed connections cleared out in time. I'm in like with a boy who loves movies and a girl who defines sexuality. I'm in heat with a boy with weathered hands just because they make me think he's capable to handle the storm. I'm in awe with a boy channeling an ivy leaguer and a wise suburban coffeehouse. Wish me luck because I just don't think I can pull enough seats to the table to coexist with all my dreams and frantic attempts at being somebody I'm not. Who knows and who doesn't but most importantly who cares? Break this bread and let live. Take me or leave me.

Jokes on you, Main Street doesn't shut up at night.

With everything so fragile, I guess words really do hurt.

One day I'll say I'm over you. I'll mean it.

But, the you that I knew will not be forgot.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"