everything is as its always been, THIS never happened..
get out of my head. you're an impossible, intangible cliche. and if I could erase whatever these comings and goings were from the arc of time--I would.
I do not even know you, and I probably never will. and all in all, that will have to be ok.
but enough with the doubled-up meaning and the insecurities these dreams--no, no--nightmares have brought about. each night the bed sheets twist but not enough to asphyxiate these feelings.
this facade ends now.