All I want to do is sit and write anything like before
cheesy romance ******* about how your touch makes me feel
or the way your eyes change from hazel to green
depending on how the sunlight hits it
but
nothings coming out
nothings making sense
everything you've done to me is too good for my words
too good for their ears
even though every ******* moment is engraved into my eyes
and replayed every second I catch my breath
or loose the butterflies.

Two hours I've sat perched on my bench,
my family waiting to drown out the inevitable
click clack of my typewriter
because with a smile like mine they know the writing never stops
but this time it never comes
you just have to experience it for yourself.

come sit in the booth with us at the bar
watch us nod and bob and weave to each others voices
or one anothers favourite songs played on cheap guitars
by singers that are sub par.
Experience whatever we should call this,
an amazing friendship with the added bonus of benefits
the beginning stages of what I hope isn't love but dare I deny it
the one person who might end up destroying me
but for now he's just the reason for my torturous
writers block.

yeah, well i dont come here anymore, but this morning i just wanted to talk to you. tell you that all this wind makes me restless. and if i was into placing blame, i might place some on you.

yeah, well i dont look at people anymore, but this morning i missed your face and i saw traces of your blue blue eyes in the water down below. and if i was into crying, i might cry a little for you.

and i remember:
it is warm here today...today, the day that you left. i wander the dark streets and cannot feel your presence anymore, just murmuring shadows walk with me. the light falls on the one dimensional landscape, harshly exposing reality, a place i have never been. buildings looked warped and grotesque, i can no longer see as i did. i feel as if the enchantment is being drained into the ocean, and only bare walls remain.
i remember everything. there is no time and we exist in all the places/moments we have ever caught and held as ours. and now the world we constructed is complete, finished, a perfect sphere. there will be no additions or modifications. read only memories.
the city and i are alone.

may you find peace to temper the darkness within.

You only ever call me when you're *****
But that's okay because I'm lonley