i'm back from outer space

circa 22 august 2005


Forever is over and it was from the beginning from the very first time you said i like your face. your hair. your lips. your wit. When you got in the car and drove away and i knew the sinking feeling was going to be a familiar one. And it can forever be forever documented as a huge leap away from some abyss where we are not permitted. forever.

it's a funny thing to say i love you anymore. because after the words come a lover who buys it all; picks the gun and the bullet. when naive lips moving don't have a feeling of what they're really moving

So here's the mirage of romance and coyclevermadeplans. Set in stone hands in hand, and hearts crazy and young; uninhibited, lost, genuine until promises can't be kept. and we'll go down. go down fast and hard or slow and swinging when it becomes something less than all time and all space.

i speak straight to myself in my head saying you could have
done and said and felt anything anytime and forever
and it would not equate to another worthwhile day of this
indecision and lack of feeling anything close to Infinite
or Loved.