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h a u n t m e .  Your haunted and haunting eyes are so faded through the haze of the various, unknown pills. Rain drops drip down your face, giving you the illusion of tears. Wanderers float on by you, the world spinning and everything dancing slow and out of control, on a collision course with black and supernova stars. No one takes notice of you but me (no one in particular) but you're too far gone to know (nowhere in particular). And so you drift along the shoreline forever, the waves crashing ever so gently into your wet jeans to find you tripping over the excess. And the sand washes up between your toes and the slight breeze from the sea pushes around your ragged and beautiful hair. And I follow you down past the bend and the lighthouse. Just to watch you. And to wonder how you can live with yourself. And the sky burns the only fire that could ever see red fade so; blending into blue, enveloping the tiny glowing stars. I could just feel so happy, if you would only turn around. Your drunken saunter finally sees you hit the sand, face-first. And who was there to pick up the broken pieces? To hold you up and see you safe and out of harm's way? And will you remember me in the morning? I know you won't. But, you know what? I love you so much that I don't even care. I'm not out to prove how much I love you. I'm out to love you. And I hope someday you will see me clearly. And maybe I can do what the alcohol and pills do for you. Maybe I can take away your pain too. And true love lies in haunted outtakes. Just lonely. Post a comment in response: |
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