Dead Sandtrap

Don't assume he loves you; don't assume anything for that
matter.

He may smile, he may kiss, he may hold you from across the great divide
but there is no promise. A kiss is not a contract; roses are not
binding.

The joy and the emotion may lift your spirits but if the smoke from a
cigarette rises in another direction, it may devastatingly choke you -
viciously and savagely tearing a heart which would beat his name if
only lips were real.

Choose your words wisely. Choose everything wisely. I adore your
imagination seems so foolish when love lets go and 'viciously' and
'savagely' are expressive words.

The most important aspect is to never daydream, never imagine. When you
see something in your dreams for so long, so vivid and so consuming -
you open your eyes and it appears, you see it still as though it
exists. But it is nothing more than a thought - as meaningless and
artificial as the little blue dots before closed eyes.

A little blue dot before closed eyes. That is you. Your kind words;
blue dots. Your beautiful features; blue dots.

Everything I've invested in you; all my time and all my feelings, my
vitality, was wasted on a little blue dot which, when I think of it
now, didn't even exist.