All Of This Is Very Bleak

The Dreams Are Moly

Love, your breath beats packs of dear snow.
Love, this high subdues all my lows.

Drunk in hopes of tranquil futures.
Daydreams leave my soul in ruptures.

I gave into your ghost arms;
smelled and drank and tasted all your ghost charms.
The highest of all highs
could never pass her smiles.
I'd crash that plane in pain,
then drink that dream again.

Love, your breath, the warmest breeze
I cannot quit— my blood will freeze.

Another glass,
just one more dream.
One more comedown;
one more scream.

I gave into your ghost kiss,
smoked, indulged and drowned in that cannabis.
The highest of all highs
could never pass her smiles.
I'd crash that plane and bleed.
But I need what I need.

Love, your breath, a haunting noise;
It speaks the lament in your voice.

I'm not fixated; it's not folly.
Dreams are fine, just mine are Moly.

I swear I saw her eyes.
She wore a weary smile.
She held me in her arms and
said “Its been a long while.”

I swear I heard her voice
She sang a weary song.
But I dream it everyday,
so has it really been long?