Let's just say I'm a friend.
Are we having a conversation?
Oh, dear lord.
He's not making you miserable?
I'll let you blow out my candles.
Not every dream you have comes true.
It's like stripes and polka dots--major clashing.
She's just a girl.
Open its jaws, and howl.
You have a scar.
Did your life pass before your eyes?
Nothing. Alternative realities.
You told me that once.
Blood screaming inside you to work its will.
I wrote all that intense poetry about the end, and here I am again.
Where did she go?