I'm Just The Medicine You Take When You're Down

The cold is settling in and my teeth are chattering their own rhythms, much like morse code. Patterns grouped in twos and threes. Drive my heart to the nearest liquor store, then light the match that we both know you've been saving.

I think New York is going to come sooner than expected. I don't see color here anymore. Just Grey lights contrasting against the 'get out or die' signs. Compasses built with broken arrows in a room with broken light bulbs. Please tell me Grey can turn itself to gold.

I think I dreamt you up because I spend most of my days just waiting around for you to reappear. My head full of thoughts that I'm afraid to write down, because I just might lose it all. This is the part where you ask me to be your forever.

There are champagne flutes and decks of cards and smiles behind glossed lips. There are wants and desires, and there is this one mad plan of mine that I just want to follow until I die.

There is a dizzy spell approaching and it's going to be named after you and everything that I have put you through. Nostalgia never meant much to me until I saw your name in lights. But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never laid next to.

I'll see you next Summer. First pew on the right. Wear your white veil and don't forget the words.

ForeverASleepWalker