when i dream it's never dark.

did you know you could fly when you opened your eyes?

"When we want to lie, we'll lay down for anyone,"
The worst kind of lie is the one told to yourself.
That doesn't stop me from spitting it out.



When I said I didn't know how, you sat me on the bicycle and gave me a push.
I asked you not to let go, and unlike most, you didn't. Not until I said that it would be okay.
And you grinned, watched me, and cheered.
It didn't matter that I knew it wasn't that great of an accomplishment.

When I said I couldn't wait, you held my hand and walked me down the hallway.
I asked you to make it not so quiet, and you tried to make your voice jolly and your belly jiggle, but you were far too young and far too thin.
I asked you to make it not so cold, and you brewed a pot of cocoa.
The look on your face after we figured out that it was awful, made me believe in angels.

And when I said I'd like to dance
you took my hand and gave me a twirl.

And when I said I'd like to know what it felt like to fall,
you held my face and kissed my forehead and said never settle for less than first.

I'd be lying to say that I wish I hadn't met you; hadn't loved you.
But it's the honest-to-God truth when I tell you that you've become nothing but a disappointment. A sweet melody that's being preached with out practice.
A harsh demand of others what you'd never expect of yourself. The end of the line(rope); the bottom of the barrel.


You made your bed.
Now lay in it.

News flash: A warm body won't cure the cold bedsheets. You're still dreaming alone.