I've seen a lot of broken dreams. But none is more powerful as watching you fall apart. You sit on your half of the world, distantly getting high while I wait for you to step through my door. And if you ever did visit, would you wake up and watch me walk out to the kitchen in my morning attire? Or would the drugs be more important, as you barely raise your eyes to meet my risqué hopes? I'd wish every second in your company that you'd absent-mindedly escape your haze and take me somewhere with you. I'd let your dark eyes melt into my blue ones. And I'd let you're brown hair tangle in my blonde hair. And I might, if the world turns in the wrong direction, wrap my fingers into yours while you step away from your addictions and get addicted to me....
