zebrasindenver

my one true love

a memory

of all I have done wrong

you are the last thing I dream of at

Night

ends and I wake thinking of you

missing

like a life

like fire

like i deserve

missing you

is

a memory of fire

you sit there and you wait

and then there she is

perfect

she questions you

she pushes you

she askes for nothing

and all she takes

its nice ill say

to feel

pushed

you are a universe unfolding

you, at least to me

are a begining

and i am just nothing

waiting for you to evolve

into me

after all these years

you were the only one that brought me roses

despite all these thorns

All these places I have seen

Places I wish you had been

she smells like cigarettes in the morning

coffee with whipped cream

a memory

of the present

how much pain are you willing to absorb

you