Denial. Anger. Sadness....

Acceptance.

And then back again to denial.
It's hard to get over something that won't die.

Love is a circle.

Your words set me aflame - the monster runs around in my head day and night.
Your absence leaves me at the north pole - a polar bear searching for the edge of water.
I look up at the north star, searching for guidance. A whisper of wisdom that might wipe the stars from my sky.
But the monster keeps painting new stars. Everytime I finish scrubbing my pocks clean, he buds more.

Smoking up makes me feel the magic.
With my eyes wide shut, I see music. I see the lights, I see them move to the music. I see them organize themselves into patterns on the black screen of my lids. I believe they're really there. Something is there, beside me, maybe under my bed.

Squirrel feeder.

My heart aches.
I don't understand - we create something without boundaries.
It's everything I say I want, but you're callin my bluff, and I'm withdrawing my bet.
Daggers pierce us both, but we still stand still.

There's four of us here. There's two relationships between me and you.
In one, it's a dream delusional world. Everything is perfect, but neither of us are really happy.
In the second, our rationality destroys all romance, and my world feels flat.

I want to pour more into my already full cup. Sometimes I feel like green tea. Other days, and most days these days, I feel like tequila.

It's hard to say if I feel lonelier together, or alone.

This makes me burst out laughing indefinitely