you told althea

every dream i ever had of us falling together through this world, falling...sweetly while i watched you sleep, was all so perfect, like a puzzle i knew was complete... now i wait for someone to take me home so i can remain eternal to someone else besides myself. the crowd laughs and they are amused by my selfishness the way we are amused by children who know no other truth but their own tiny moments....i'm growing beyond this sadness i swear, but the pictures roam the plains of my heart, i know i broke you like you broke me...when do these things truly end? when does althea die happy and content? when does she sleep happy in a bed that bends under no weight but her own?....seven and a half beers later, i can smile drunk and lonely, folding myself into a mattress that is pure of love, am i fooling everyone but myself? am i half empty searching for the rest of the beverage? fuck.