nine o clock on a sunday night

sometimes i think that you think
that you can erase everything
with movie scenes
its like you want to cut yourself out of your life here
and insert yourself into
books magazines
full screen cinema pictures

your words are too sappy for real life

i dont feel bad when you're an idea

but scrolling down your facebook page
i feel a little bad
seeing that you are a full fledged person

with friends

and remembering that when i see a picture of you
i can remember your mannerisms

then i feel a slight tug at the heart strings
imagine you peeking into my house
with yellow windows
outside in the darkness
imagine you peeking into my life
with yellow windows
outside in the darkness

and thinking that wow you are maybe still so
deluded as to think that you loved me
you must hate me now
and that makes me sad

but it shouldn't