I cannot express how much your existence is gone,
so much that the only one who matters most to me
is someone who would rather not love than lose love.
Because at least you didn't pretend--neither did I.
Yet your existence was meant to be a movie watched from someone else's house.
they wont even see you, your flesh opaque along with your thoughts.
Maybe I am sentimental, but you were more inlove with death,
hoping one day that you would be the escort to its funeral.
and I would watch behind bars with holes in my eyes,
seeing your words fly as you walked down the red carpet.
No-one wants to talk about the things I love, except this one ghost who lives in the park.
Therefore, I no longer have the opportunity to be myself, content and in love.
This is all that is on my mind, in it's migitated forms.
The only thing I have wanted is something non existence.
because I have yet to meet anyone else who knows me without conversation.
So, i talk to myself hoping and waiting you will visit.
The secrets that were shared between the two of us is every secret worth keeping.
That is, it will be shared with people who want to listen for if I keep it in, I too might time travel.
However, my mental capacity cannot hold the thoughts of years before me nor after.
Therefore, I too will climb the ladder to heaven, stepping on the bark with my bare feet.
The mind of a time traveler is rare.
Meaning, come visit me and I'll make your favorite coffee,
explaining ideas that others wouldn't know.
Even I already know what it is you have to say,
but wants it said anyway.
I'd like me to be that someone who's listening to you,
because I already did.
Still. I love you.
I miss you.
Everything.
