Tue 5 Feb, 2013 10:41 pm
I think that I am in love with a woman that doesn't exist, an addict chasing a high that can never be had. I dream her to hold me, to embrace me in all my ugliness and accept it. I am so hideous.
I find her and find happiness, but before long she always disappears again. When I think I have her, she's gone. She's had so many different names. She always tells me just the right thing to make me know that she's there, a ghost that drifts from body to body.
When I hold her in my arms, all of my fears are cleansed away and I feel whole again. I feel so alive till she is gone once again.
Maybe her real name is infatuation. Whoever she is, I miss her.... I miss her so much. I hope she comes back to me someday, it's been too long and I am so lonely.
Last night I saw, upon the stair
A little man who was not there
Tonight, he wasn't there again
Gee, I wish he would stay away.