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It's nothing, really. Except for the fact that I'm choking at the reflection of the headlights off of the road. It's like I'm making you big in my mind, and the ceiling of the sky is low. The key into my room is like the key into my heart: and it's that I want to take you. I'll show you the Grand Canyon, I'll show you the coasts of Peru. I'll take you to Jerusalem, And out to Ayers Rock. I'll take you somewhere, Because I'd die just to see you smile at this big whole world, built just for you.

Love isn't about notes, no. It isn't about the way you make me feel when I'm walking alone down Broadway, or how I feel when I lying in bed, biting down on my pillow, no. Love isn't about your photographs, or the moments frozen under the lake by my old house, or the light under the lamp post in your neighborhood, oh, no. How I'd dream of getting back, and staying there, forever. But there's a reason that these place will go away and become replaced with new ones that look just the same, but for different people. It's the thing that keeps us pushing forward, despite another overcast day. Despite another walk around South Quad and down Division. It's what makes me look out into the cold dark wind and see a warmth, higher and further away from me, yet warming me like it was in my gloves and around my heart. It's a reason, but it's locked so tightly that I can't see what it is when I try to look down at my chest. But I kno

You're a wish, In my dreams. I'll wait in this place, Until you appear. And that's when I'll realise, That you've always been. You've always drawn, You've always flowed, You've always danced, And sang, And ran, And loved me! There's hope for you and I, And I'll wish for you to be mine.

You're one. I'm empty. Someday, We'll both be half-full.

I kill myself. When I think of you. I kill myself, When I think of you. You breathing. On my neck. You kissing my... ...And I'm dead, again. Build me a fantasy, Alone to wake, again. Show me a glorious day, Only to be gone, again. You kill me with nothing. You kill me with just thought, Again.  Get me out.

With every photograph, It seemed like my world collapsed I was enamored with your memory last summer, And now, I'm inebriated to a limitless stupor. I'm shocked at the beauty you've become, It's terrifying and spellbinding. I'm afraid to give what I have to you, Though I know you'll open wide your arms. Slap me, and wake me from this dream. It's impossible to shake free now... ...But, I love it.