A space where ghosts don't go..

Of course I miss, it's a hard thing to resist missing summer, just because it's when we knew each other best.
There was you, there was me and all of the guests.You asked if we should sleep without the sheets and I said "yes, why not? let's." My eyes nodding to affirm your request.
I like how I remember feeling your body move through my dress, but where our bodies once laid, now our shadows rest. 
I miss the fighter in the basement, and making the room a mess. 
I miss thinking I wasn't misused.
I guess I missed it all.. so, I guess I lose.


Enough's enough.
I regret every little thing I ever said, I said those things too softly.
I used to like the lies when they were the truth, because you said whatever you wanted to as long as you thought it should be true. 


When loving someone goes to waste, your past becomes the proof that anyone you've ever loved has always been replaced.
As for now, if it weren't for my sentimental heart I could forget my effort. I did bring the past home, I told you I'd forgotten it, but the truth within my lie is that the images remain. The box of memories in my head is just the same. 


I know I left you because we need to be apart, but it was because you always put you first and I think that's what will always break your heart.





We know what is good love, and it's not one another. There is a better love, an awareness I've been granted after all the stupid things we've done. 


This is for the outer space. The plantation where we will never be and never could have been. The space where I belong and you can't go.