kissing her was not the smartest thing I could have done.
it was probably, (and I mean Probably in its severest form)
was the worst thing I could have done all summer,
and so what if I was only dreaming, with everything
seen as if through a hazy glowing guaze.
stopped under the bridge of some town
far out in New Mexico. With tears gently
crashing down your face. It was there!
Look to it! for I swear it was there,
The longing that I can only feel
in dream. Radiating in waves off your skin,
it made you all the more impassioned
or so it seemed, and that's the cruelest thing
about that dream. Even though it was my dream,
I still doubted your every tear and your hungry kiss.
still unsure if you had me the whole time, only telling
half truths with your torrent of emotions. all lies! so,
in retrospect- GOD DAMMIT TAYLOR
why do you still haunt me?