poetic pathetic.

I don't know the difference b/n loving you and I don't know the difference b/n loving him. between the sheets of a scarlet painting. what i painted then. when stars were blue and I had my own sky. So i'm a million ways to fly a kite. Im a darker space, you are black and white. Im. I see the two sides. Make it mine. Prettier than guy like high. Fabricated little somethings. make the most arrogant smiles. Finals and alleys trotting down memory lane, going insane. My insane. Turn the table off, the time is running. I need to get myself out of myself. I don't know the difference in loving you and you loving you and him loving and you loving him. I am mute asleep my voice lost and dead. It's all one. Not too tragic in the least as you might expect. They are all the same way. The mute can't speak your tongue but breathe a different note and say sleep is like a simple pleasure. It brings us much delight. Death must be much better. Death, be not so proud. For death, thou shalt die. Once we rise again. We pass through death and live again, eternally. Death, be not so proud. The bell tolls for thee. Cough, Cough, cough up snazzy phrases, making money, giving you an epic smile. Let's just think it through. Imaginary barbie. Playdate for a while. Try to think what it'd be like to see you together on a Sunday at this place I know. I'll always go for you. The wrong reason. I tell myself not to be late, to forget to make up my face, my hair. But i always do. I can't help to be so pretty fake around you. I want to surround you but they are all around and I can't see your face.