December 06, 2010
Inside my dreams
Sometimes I wish that night meant more to you than it did to me. But I'm the dreamer and you're the realist here, and despite the fact that opposites are supposed to attract, even I can't deny that we were not meant to be. No matter. I can still hold onto you while I sleep. Because I crave your touch like a junkie craves crack. I pine for you like an alcoholic pines for gin. But these are just fantasies, aren't they? I got a sip and now I want to drain the bottle, but the bottle isn't for draining, not by me.
scullerymaid at 8:56 p.m.