I. 

I dream of love, and yet,

I live each day hiding from it 

For I tell myself I don't need it 

But that couldn't be further from the truth. 

Reaching out rarely does me any good

And the people in dreams are so much easier to read

But they're always gone by morning. 

Though, isn't everybody? 

II.

I wanted to try

I wanted to believe I could

But come on, I still kid myself

Believing I have some semblance of control 

Because I can breathe and I can write

I think everything's fine but nothing's alright

Oh well, the pills are kicking in now 

Surely I'll forget my strife 

In a simple ten minutes time.