u don't
really
have to love me
to put kisses on my eyes
i wouldn't hold u
any less
dear
ure candied lips
will still taste
as sweet to me
in my dreams
humor this childish heart
that bleeds for u
soaking the sheets
with hushed tones
that quiver thru the fibers
of my lily covered
spread
timeless nites
i have lied
smothered
filling this space
wearing this place
w/ whimpers
complaints
soft cries
& lullabyes
that are never meant to reach u
it's hopeless
really
this infatuation
& the correlations
i try to make
from heart to pen
i am
incapacitated
emaciated
deteriorated
by the awareness
u will
never
feel
the same
again
but
to know u
is to love u
is to have u
is to hold u
is to lust
is to wait
is to haunt
is to taunt
my heart w/
my own ill thoughts of all the different ways i
desire u
admire u
aspire to
shape shift
force shit
out of ure mouth
which may
or may not
be truth
oh
sweetest lies
i sympathize w/ others
like me
altering sanity
denying reality
seeking
just
one
word
to get thru the nite
b4 morning comes
to blister all hopes
of being more
than just
a
foolish
daydreamer