loves had
and loves lost
and those we can only wish
into those categories.
it's within that region
my friend
that you so snugly lie.
conscious of your status or not,
you seem content
to lie within the arms of another
drunk with the belief
of happiness

smoke and mirrors.

facts of other's lives swirl around me
hollywood romances
make me wonder which is true.
what lies in the future.
whether you're prince charming
or dear Mr. Benchley
dead from liver deterioration
from unrequited....
well, you know the rest.

will I cry
or will I be next to you holding your hand.
will I read it in the papers
be told through a friend
or go on forever
wondering.

the addages overwhelm me
confusing me in all the ways they pull me
left right up down all around
I wish I could just know in which direction
the truth was hidden.

but I guess I'll have to sit and wait
because the crystal balls
remain cloudy within my scope

will our story become a love ballad
making young girls swoon for ages to come
or a sad twist of fate
much like juliet and her romeo.

I don't think anyone could tortue a character
with a story such as ours.


"I know you well enough to know you never loved me." Taking Back Sunday