Sit with me. Let’s have a cup of honest tea, and figure out exactly where we’re meant to be.
At the end of the night, we all must pay our tab. And when the money runs out, all that’s left is everything we’re running from.
A long time ago, in a classroom far far away… I wanted to be a writer.
And though I have spread your ashes to the wind, I have always held on to the parts of you that could never be burned by fire. The parts of you that live in the kindness of my best smile.
I’m trying so hard to forgive myself, for all the things that were never my fault.
I asked your heart to hold still so I could paint you in my dreams; knowing all along, that I love the way watercolor runs in the rain.
Please… Let me torture myself a little longer, so that I don’t forget what it feels like to fall in love.
Maybe someday, I might show up, in your sweetest dreams…
I often wonder, about the world in your mind… I know its colors, are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before…
The madness, might grip my soul, and crumble me like the ten-page love letter I never sent to my high school sweet heart.