unedited foot notes to you.

 

Our lonely hearts travel distances
Further than a plain old flat map.
So we curved the world
to bend our wishes,
But I'm like a ship without mast.

From point a to point b
Things better left unsaid...
...The Point is, point blank and dead-
they are still things that will never be.

Still, will travel with me?
Will you travel with me?

It's some repetoir,
A faulty sense,
An indulgent memoir.
Just Bleeding hearts and countless pages.
The things I love and the things you hated
And finally when the light is gone
and our sight has justly faded,
Know its no battle won,
a hunger that could not be sated.

By the time I'm thinking of you
I hope you are not still thinking
Of me.
We are the rapture,
So I leave my note
For your notice
To explain why I did what I did
After the fact,
to lastly define my motive...

but will you still travel with me?
will you still leave with me?