scrambled eggs at midnight, i'll leave the lights on for you.

you're still in the boxcar.
but not with me.
can't say i'm not surprised.
this type of thing happens
all the time.
delusional
unusual
dreamer of
dreams
unseen
stay clean
don't stray
but at the
end of the
day
when
everything
is finished
and packed
i've stacked
my desires
on the shelf
in the attic
where i scream
in the static
until all our
words fade
with dusk.

so, i'm a huge believer in the law of attraction.
what you fear you create is all too true.

love.
it's weird, and fleeting, and unfair.
it's the best drug on the market.

i'm stubborn, because there is still a trace.
a small voice that won't let me relinquish
you. i can't help it.