ok, not quite.
cant sleep... hungover.

I'm clearly a masochist.

I know you'd be wandering through
my dreams... if only I could sleep.
So instead I get to have you
haunt my waking thoughts.
Why haunt you ask?
Because it is only in dreams
I would not feel guilty about dreaming of you....
No one can decide what they dream
Lying in their beds, racing through their heads.
Yes, I have been waiting for the planets to align.
Yes, I hate myself for it.


I shouldnt even attempt to write with my head throbbing, because the results are just ... tacky.