نَ.

It was night when you died, my firefly.
          12/30 RIP. 
          
          All dogs go to heaven. 

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. Because i exist. I exist. I exist. I exist. I exist. I exist. 

So i'll follow the white lines, follow the white lines, keep my eyes on the road as i ache. Look at you strawberry blonde. 

شبيه مادرست الجمعه خربلگواد 

And buy her flowers just in case. 

Boys can kiss boys. The world is healing. 

I have serious attachment issues. 

It's a still life watercolor
          Of a now-late afternoon
          As the sun shines through the curtain lace
          And shadows wash the room
          
          And we sit and drink our coffee
          Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore
          You can hear the ocean roar
          
          In the dangling conversation
          And the superficial sighs
          The borders of our lives
          
          And you read your Emily Dickinson
          And I my Robert Frost
          And we note our place with book markers
          That measure what we've lost
          
          Like a poem poorly written
          We are verses out of rhythm
          Couplets out of rhyme
          In syncopated time (in syncopated time)
          
          And the dangling conversation
          And the superficial sighs
          Are the borders of our lives
          
          Yes, we speak of things that matter
          With words that must be said
          "Can analysis be worthwhile?"
          "Is the theater really dead?"
          
          And how the room is softly faded
          And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand
          You're a stranger now unto me
          Lost in the dangling conversation
          And the superficial sighs
          In the borders of our lives

And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea. 
          But for now we are young, let us lay in the sun, and count every beautiful thing we can see.
          Love to be in the arms of all I'm keepin' here with me. 
          What a curious life we have found here tonight, There is music that sounds from the street
          There are lights in the clouds, Anna's ghost all around
          Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me, Soft and sweet, How the notes all bend and reach above the trees
          Now how I remember you
          How I would push my fingers through
          Your mouth to make those muscles move
          That made your voice so smooth and sweet
          But now we keep where we don't know
          All secrets sleep in winter clothes
          With one, you loved so long ago
          Now he don't even know his name. 
          What a beautiful face I have found in this place, That is circling all 'round the sun
          And when we meet on a cloud, I'll be laughing out loud
          I'll be laughing with everyone I see
          Can't believe
           how strange it is to be anything at all

I wish you were more passionate about me. I wish you cared more.