"I would die for you, but i won't live for you."
- Stephen Chbosky
It brings about a wry smile to know.
That the best dreams I have are the ones where I am dying.
Like I'm dying of happiness, like I'm dying of broken- ness.
Take me back to where I could feel like I was dying.
Perhaps back to wrestling under the sheets.
Where i'll hurt myself (nose),
And you'll wipe the tears that spring from pain,
or fear of being too happy.
Alot of thoughts and feelings are self- indulgent.
Just because they are there.
It doesn't mean you'll have to care.
Only if you want to.
Only if you do.