i could have learned a million pretty things to say to you. but i never knew the words that would make your heart whole again. my heart is in my hands; my heart is in your hands. you are the dream, my only dream. and when trying and dying mean the same thing, what then?
and then the tears spill out of my eyes, and i convince myself it's not you who left me this way. that it's just the dust in my eye, that this emptiness is only temporary. i'd rather exist in a dream where we belong to each other. because truly, when they ask me who i love, you're the only one i think of.
and still i say no one
because i know
you only hate people when you still love them
