i never faked it.
the universe just responded faster to my sincerity
than you or i could have ever done.
of all the things we have in common,
we both know
pain makes for the prettiest music.
tragic poetry like mine.
it's all a novel,
that tears your heart up.
feeding on imaginary sorrows,
missing that kind of love.
i send thank you notes to the skies because im happy.
but i also can't write because of it.
you sing about a loss that's inspired you.
i only know how to do the same.
creation.
inspiration.-
to myself, at least,
only comes from longing.
true love makes me disappear,
but pain brings me closer.
