I miss you
And I have cried a little…
The way you said, “I love you” for the first time, was quite out of sync with the rest of our conversation.
I would be a fool to believe you.
I started drinking ’round 1 am.
I questioned choices I’ve made in the past:
Whom I gave my body to, more importantly my heart.
I chose to watch a film- really take my mind off things.
Turns out it hit too close to the heart in my chest.
I turned it off to fall asleep
And while in REM:
I dreamt about good times I had
I dreamt about horrors I’ve faced and survived
I dreamt of comfortable solitude
I dreamt of sturdy friendships
And of emptiness
I dreamt of God.
He seemed, ehh… upset
He always made me feel… (breathe)… well, humiliated.
I dreamt of the Devil, he was always accepting.
I dreamt of birth, of the life in between of death
I dreamt that I was better, better than who ever it is that I currently am
Thinking of you.
I have been missing you.
Yes, I’ve even been crying too.
The way you said, “I love you” for the first time…
I’d be a fool not to believe you.