As I peer in to your dark face that pulls me toward the abyss I wonder where the distinction between reality and dreams became significant and I realized that everything I wanted was not exactly what you expected.
And you're the specter that haunts every single stage of my dreaming.
You whisper eternities of silence that I can't quite ever realize;
I can't comprehend the anger that I've caused to flow through your hot selfish veins.
Spare a little blood to help me get eleven drunkass kills and wonder why you ain't got no girl.
I awoke next to a succubus that demanded my soul and tried to wander away from the broken home that I've tried to put back together with so many strips and rolls of duct tape but yet somehow remains shattered like so many inumerable shards of glass that cut up your rough calloused feet and leave me questioning your defeat at the hands and nails of Springtime Mother Earth who still feels as cold and heartless as Winter's tearing and ripping at my thin christmas sweater over my cheer coach shirt that always seems to freeze in the snow.
And frozen it always remains.
In the heat of the fall's perfect split second embrace and the cool changing colored leaves that always mark the beginning of a cool and breezy Summer day.
Yes we get mixed up at times and even forget our final goal, but we always come back to where we left off,
Or to where we started.
With enough backorder love to cover all of the animosity and at least twice the expanse that we went without one another's kiss, touch, and heated conversation on how far East this Island could ever continue.
Or why anyone would want to leave the first barrier behind.
Don't shoot that hot ball of kryptonite at my chin because I hate the too buttery popcorn of movie theatre screens and endless previews before we can get to the real thing.
Can't we just press homescreen and the hit play?
I'll fall asleep for intermission and forget my homework for another night in a row.
Oh please, two subject teacher, don't ask about the fucking speech.
Or pages thirty-one to thirty-three of the social studies packet that I don't even think I brought home.
This isn't a test of wit, it's a test of memorization;
And these holes that I tear in my brain have my memory slowly failing,
Steadily failing.
So bad that now you even believe I could forget you while I'm away for a night.
But Darling that's false presumption and I'll show you over the coming years.
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Where were all of the lego pieces that make up your brick-hard soul?
As you fell away into a number of parts whose sum much less than compromises the whole of you.
I don't know which door upon which to knock, or which well in which I should cast my wishes, and my dimes.
Can you help me find the martian?
The stranger that is so intrinsic to the success of this group,
Who we still fear to let in.
I know you know me, and I know you see my dreams.
Don't be upset when you witness a seemingly skipping record, packed with pictures of yourself.
You know your presence helps me sleep, whether in spirit, or in truth.
And so I imagine you in my sweetest, and wildest of dreams.
The dreams in which I can venture. And see the beauty of white sand beaches and clear crystal skies, paling in comparison to the unequivocal perfection of your sweetly smiling face.
And I love to feel your cheeks, against my lips or my bedspread.
What is real and what can not change?
I won't be here tomorrow for I must take a journey to an alternate universe.
One where I still have your heart, and all of the trust that you tuck away inside.
Take everything I believe as truth, and in fear know that I won't betray your trust.
I'm not real, I'm but compromised of subatomic particles that don't bind together but for the sheer willpower of your hatred.
And I know you created me in your image to have something to place your evil despisation upon.
And I know that you hate me because I can't be what you desire.
Listen to the soft riffs one last time and close your eyes to drift off to sleep.
If you can't believe in anything, be confident in me.
And know that I'll still lie in the same spot when your eyes next open.
I'm not scared to let you down, for I know I never could.
You're epic. You're epic. You're the epitomy of ugliness.
In the purest state of forgiving, and longing from me.
I realized that you stay pretty, and keep my inspirations pure.
Pure like the lamb's skin white that compromises your soul.
And now I know that I've stepped outside of the parameters previously set.
And now I know, that forever more I'll recall that beauty of your smile on that day.
That day which was an awful lot like today.
An awful lot like every day.
All of this is stealing my brain power and has got me grasping for words.
What was I trying to say?