To be with out, is death, and this death is now my life.
At first I feared this, a place of hollow hopes, that all my dreams were your dreams too. But not as much now as they were then, people change, seasons change. I used to dream that the city held something to rekindel my heart, but I have been there, walked those cold streets. Drunk there and drunk here are both the same. Unless you count the distance I can aquire, just by being there. Being, that is something amazing, i have yet to stop being, I am hated and loathed, but I live on. i live better than most. I mean, who needs a lover to make you happy, i have a wife. A life, A dream. But you know what? It's a Lie, This life, this dream, those white picket fences, and the little puppy. They're lies, false hopes you could not even hang your hat on. But me, I live on. Fagot, and/or Straight? Who cares now. Boy and or Girl? LOve might just be love, and lust will always be lust, and the body you are given doesn't have to be right. You can change, you can live. You can love, ANYWAY that makes you happy. I am not anything specal, never was to anyone or anything, Jennifer made it more clear to me and I have her to thank for it, I loved more so than I thought I could, I loved without bound, with out a end. But loved back, far less, far less can understand how a heart can't let go, no matter how much you want it to. And Pain, I have made monsters, to where now, I hate to look in the mirror, all i see are their faces, their lives, And how i made them. And now I can see, How life will break them.
Imogene,
he died simple and in tears, on a night that boar a cold wind. I knew this boy, for most of my life. He was my friend. A simple man with dreams, and hope, and love. A heart so big, it gave me warmth. He is gone now, and some how, I feel like I missed out a life time of friendship, by finding things more important, than him. I was wayward, I was high, I was lost. But now i am DRY. My eyes tapd out for this man, who i once called my friend.
I am so sorry, I should have been there more. For you. For both of you. I won't get another Chance.
Imogene,
he died simple and in tears, on a night that boar a cold wind. I knew this boy, for most of my life. He was my friend. A simple man with dreams, and hope, and love. A heart so big, it gave me warmth. He is gone now, and some how, I feel like I missed out a life time of friendship, by finding things more important, than him. I was wayward, I was high, I was lost. But now i am DRY. My eyes tapd out for this man, who i once called my friend.
I am so sorry, I should have been there more. For you. For both of you. I won't get another Chance.