the sleepy me knows. holds you not wanting to let go. the waking me only wants to forget. tells your traveling memories to stay put and away. i dream. my voice saying over and over i love you i love you. i wake. know that i love you and love you. and we're about as close as mercury to pluto. as far as pillow to head.
i was always yours. and you were mine. we were firsts. lasts. you know this. and we'll move on, to different states, other lives. make strange people familiar and try to pretend that this is us now. but there's something more. more than flesh or words. always was.
"one time, sitting in his basement, she was there too, we all got high and you and i, we locked eyes. telepathic. and there was only one thought and that was Yes"
i could wish. i could draw blood and mumble for help from Gods and spirits. offer truces and bargains, deals to catch a glimpse of the spark that you are. i hold myself in and sit...think...remember...let go...until the next time you bring me dreams, always crushing...