1.

Hate you...

Love you...



so fucking much


2.

corners behind which you're not
streets along which you're not walking
trains in which you do not travel.

nostalgia

nostalgia for someting that wasn't


3.

I'm staring right at you
in my imagination,
my memories

and you stared back,
and then you didn't.

our eyes never met,
and they probably never will

and I wonder, tirelessly,
about you,
your eyes, your words, your silence...
our love, your glare, our hate...


4.

And though I'm always searching,
always trying to find you..
I hope never to see you
cause you'll just walk past me
and tell me without words
that it was all my imagination
that I sicken you
that you hated me

...

that you don't care...


5.

so fucking much


up against a wall...


so fucking much


eyes that burn...


so fucking much


hold that hurts...


so fucking much



6.

Love you...

hate you...

so fucking much


miss you...

so fucking much