Oh lover-
how you've swept me off my feet.
"whisked me away like
half made meringue"
and in your arms,
I long to stay a lifetime
floating, slowly, through this euphoria
the warmth, the want,
the purpose you give me is an anchor
I used to dream of death,
relishing the prospect of everyone weeping
and all for me.
and in my dreams she would be the saddest of them all because she was the only one who understood me and probably is the only one who understands me- I don't even get myself some days.
but then I met him,
and I know now I never want to die
because I never want to hurt him,
and catastrophe isn't romantic it's
just sad
I met him and suddenly autumn didn't seem so bad because he was the sun to my moon and I do not feel alone anymore
yes, I still think of you
but a thought is just a thought
and I won't let thoughts win.
so each evening I'm left dreaming
of my blond hair,
blue eyed
gentleman.
