Blank page and blank heart, the things that I wonder about are to substantial for you to worry about and to simplistic for you to wonder about. I want to sail to the end of the world. I want to get inside your head and hear the static I cause when I speak, I want to get under your skin and see how you work, and I want to kiss your lips and it taste of past mistakes. However, most of all I want nothing more than who YOU are. I watched you through a window sitting at the bar as you sipped your drink. A million miles away and the thought of watching you fall from your ivory tower makes me smile in the saddest way. This however could mean one or two things you are only human or I'm the worst thing to think about while you’re talking over drinks. Jealousy sets in cause when you slip up its called being on the mend. I envy what you are to them, I resent what you try to be to me and I love who you use to be. This is the scoop of the century and you stole its thunder. Sell me a ticket and buy me some jujubes I want a front row seat to this show watching you fall from grace and been a saving one for me. I feel smashed and hidden in the spaces of time that I seem to never mention while your around I opened the door this morning and the past was starring me straight In the face daring me to pretend again like all those things had never happened. I now know why I cannot longer define what we are, because we tiptoe around what we use to be. Kid, I want to take the bad in you and combine it with the bad in me and keep in the pits of out stomachs remind us of the fact we are what we pretend to be in out darkest hour.
-megsssss
