hospes

My music is painfully loud,
'cause I'm trying to drown out your eyes.

Meanwhile, I'm the one who's crying into my philosophy;
what's a little more logic washed away by this, "you & me"?

You've got your hands over my eyes, I can't judge,
and your name's etched too deep, can't forget.
All that time spent convincing myself it can't work,
we don't fit, we don't know- we don't, yet.

I feel like a moron for walking away from you,
shying away from more pain,
when I know I would never stop thinking about you
if I never saw you again.

I acted like a stranger.


Maybe that's what I wanted.

To meet you tomorrow, to know you and love you again,
to go back to darkness and red light and love and no pain.