dreams are kind of bullshit
they remind me i'm a fucking liar
in my waking hours i know for a fact
that you broke my heart
and im convinced that i hate you
but then i fall asleep
and im with you again
and dont know how to pretend anymore
so i dont
we're together, we're happy again
like i dug up a time capsule
from the most golden day of my life
but then the world shakes and disappears
and im awake and alone
and the contrast reminds me that i dont hate you
but that i love you and always will
and its like a big fucking exclamation point
on the fact that youre not here
so i lie and say im not in love with you
the synthetic hate comes back
its just as real as it seems
until i find you again
in my dreams

i changed the title to the thread... this has nothing to do with drinking too much (except that thats what i was doing when i decided to post). so instead i just stole the title from one of my favorite songs by the eels... it fits much better. ill come up with my own name later.

"synthetic hate" is just brilliant!

great poem man. great poem.

I f'n love this. You wrote what I feel. I know all too well this poem.

I love the passion and energy behind this...it's got a frantic feel, but still remains really felt

that was quite good C3