I can't pull u outta my dreams, the form u take as u steal more parts of me-- placid and undefined like u are a ghost. A ghost resolved to take over & haunt me forever. It hurts to even speak, my words are lined up somewhere behind a perc 30, somewhere behind a rum and coke, somewhere behind the laughter that won't ensue, even when I badly, badly need it to turn to laughter. To burn with laughter.
I'm not in love.