Baby, just you and I.

I picture you standing in the rain chain smoking. Listening to Bill Withers singing Aint No sunshine. Helpless. Pitiful. Wet. The core of why you are in this predicament is because you miss me. I am only gone for the night. Knowing that we don't get to sleep in the same bed. Wake up next to each other. Warm morning breath on your nose.
That, I am pained to say is just not reality.
I picture you walking in the door. Hanging your coat and tie for the day. Walking into the house, excited by the scents of fresh baked cobbler and roasted garlic. Me in my pearls and heels. Surprised to see you home so early. You dip me and we kiss while Ingrid Lucia Sings stars fell on alabama faintly from the record player.
This dream my dear is 50 years too late.
Our reality is nothing close to this. How I wish we could be apart of my day dreams. Twirling around a dance floor. Drinking martini's to big band music. In my day dreams we have the perfect lives. We sit and play music all day. We have just enough time for leisure. We never work too hard.
As different as our lives are from my day dreams I know that you and I together can take on the world. We are creating our future day by day. Its filled with love and passion and the strength of one thousand men. Together forever, we will always have our memories and young hopes.

our glass

I keep drinking this wine to pass my time. No matter how much I drink, my hands still shake. My body still aches with feelings for you. I tried to turn around, but all I found were empty boxes and brand new locks.
I can't escape the day to find the night. Here in this room I fight the day light. I cover my head. Pretend I'm still asleep. I lie alone and convince myself you're coming home.
You walk away and I stay here waiting. You walk through the door and I'm stuck anticipating. I wait in fear that the end is near. But when the book's finished it always starts over. Our love is always under cover. I'm still here stuck with the fear, because the future is unclear.
I see your face and I'm still amazed that our love has made it just this far. I reach for you in the dark. Although it is still too soon I feel your heat against mine and I know the time has come to make amends. Its just not the end. So for here and now. I wait it out! I wait for the word of mouth to reach the house, where our love is locked up. Safe in the room I stuck it. Beside the shelf. I put the wine.

maybe next time.

I found you in my nostalgia. Where were you when I was there. How is it possible that it didn't bring us together. Its funny that here you are in front of me and I can't reach you. I find comfort in who you are but I'm not sure if its out of yearning or loneliness. Or even out of greed.
Here you are. Perfect even with your faults and yet we are too many worlds apart. I want so badly to be where you are. So why isn't it just that easy. It should be simple. The simplest mathematics put us as one. So why are all of these fractions pushing us farther and farther apart.
All I want is you. I dream about you every night. I have a feeling we are one in the same. But I am curious. It could be so many things. But I feel it. I feel it in my fingers. In my cheeks.
I want to know everything. I want to hear all of your stories. Your memories. I want to lay next you. I want you to feel the same way. I want us to make this choice and run away.

you can't fake brains doll

She speaks without thinking. Thinks with no reason. She believes so little in herself, and with due cause. Its kind of funny to observe. It seems as though the point is to make people laugh. However, I can see past this. If only good intentions were enough. Some people think its a choice.
Too little before creation is not. Certain qualities do not come easy. No amount of currency could buy the knowledge she is lacking. She will try. She will roll and pine. over the one thing she has always wanted.
One thing that only dreams bring. One thing never within grasp.
Take this entry for example. Look at the lack of vocabulary. Look at the poor sentence structure. Look at the lack of originality. Its lacking everything. Senseless words from a silly simple sap.
It is written all over the face of this silly girl. She knows so little.