I miss you
And I have cried a little…
The way you said, “I love you” for the first time, quite out of sync with our conversation
I would be a fool to believe it
I started drinking ’round 1 am
I questioned choices I’ve made in the past:
Who I gave my body to; more importantly my heart.
I watched a film that hit too close to the chest
I turned it off to fall asleep
And while in REM:
I dreamt about good times 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