We have so much to talk about, and so much time to waste together,
And I wonder if any of it makes you feel optimistic.
Instead of how you describe yourself to other girls, sarcastic and distrustful.
You are ironic and beautifully pessimistic, and it is irresistible.
If you let this work, if you could let go just like you used to,
Then maybe it would allow me to
Write about something other than my love sick mind.
I could stop this late night dreaming from spilling out onto the back of receipts
From things I bought but never needed, but will use, now that
I have them
Because what else is there to do?

These are the photographs I was telling you about,
This is the poetry I was telling you about.
I hope you still appreciate me like you promised you always would,
Through our long, comfortable silences,
Shared during late night conversations.

It’s getting late and I should sleep,
I have a day of traveling home ahead of me.
I have endless amounts of time to sleep, I have a lifetime, but the problem
Is that I will have to attempt to function
In a world that spends the day awake.
But you are weighing heavy on my conscious mind,
It keeps me awake at night and it makes me want to sleep through the day.
The tiredness is a key factor in my need to sleep, but the way you tire out my mind is
Ahead of even that.
I hope you can get used to my irregular sleeping patterns,
You seem to be able to keep up, so effortlessly.
I told you
We were meant to spend this time together, it was meant to be.
This is the reason I sometimes choose to believe in destiny.
It’s times like this where it helps hold my argument up, when we were flailing,
When we are crashing down.
It helps me escape responsibility, but that is not the point. Not even you could read that into what we write.

We keep trying to use our creativity to escape,
But when it comes to you
I don’t think our imaginations are strong enough to get me out of this.
It is too real and too complicated to simplify and leave behind.
But then, looking at it from a little distance,
There is that childish simplicity,
In black and white,
It represents
How we feel.

I think we should look at it like this from now on,
I think, for now, it is the only way we can let ourselves be happy.