I had a bad dream last night.
Actually, it was a great dream. Until I woke up to Cracky's phone call
at 5 in the morning to realize it was only a dream. But, it felt real,
and it felt good, to feel that, one last time.
I love Juliana <3.
First with your hands and then with your mouth
A downpour of sweat, damp
cotton clouds
was a fool, you were my friend
We made it happen
You took
off your clothes, left on the light
You stood there so brave
You used to
be shy
Each feature improved, each movement refined and eyes like a
showroom
Now they are spreading out the blankets on the beach
That
weatherman is a liar
He said it would be raining but it is clear and blue as
far as I can see
Left by the lamp, right next to the bed,
on a
cartoon cat pad you scratched with a pen,
"Everything is as it has always
been.
This never happened.
Don't take it so bad it is nothing you
did.
It's just once something dies you can't make it live.
You are a
beautiful boy.
You're a sweet little kid but I am a woman."
So I laid back
down and wrapped myself up in the sheet
And I must have looked like a ghost
because something frightened me
and since then I've been so good at
vanishing
Now I do as I please and lie through my teeth
Someone might
get hurt, but it won't be me
I should probably feel cheap but I just feel
free...
and a little bit empty
No, it isn't so hard to get close to
me
There will be no arguments
We will always agree
And I will try and
be kind when I ask you to leave
We will both take it easy
But if you stay
too long inside my memory,
I will trap you in a song tied to a melody
and
I will keep you there so you can't bother me