Tuesday, August 31, 2010
You're not you
I'm not me
Flickered, burnt, erased.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Breakfast at Tiffany's
You spun me a million stars
And I screamed in delight and rode them all
Until I confused you with yet another of my July loves
Do you still dream by me, in snatched moments of truth?
Well carry on then, because I'm shattering those illusions too soon
And you wail in your wretched loneliness
There's nothing you have anymore.