In retrospect,

kissing her was not the smartest thing I could have done.

it was probably, (and I mean Probably in its severest form)

was the worst thing I could have done all summer,

and so what if I was only dreaming, with everything

seen as if through a hazy glowing guaze.

stopped under the bridge of some town

far out in New Mexico. With tears gently 

crashing down your face. It was there!

Look to it! for I swear it was there,

The longing that I can only feel

in dream. Radiating in waves off your skin,

it made you all the more impassioned

or so it seemed, and that's the cruelest thing

about that dream. Even though it was my dream,

I still doubted your every tear and your hungry kiss.

still unsure if you had me the whole time, only telling

half truths with your torrent of emotions. all lies! so,

in retrospect- GOD DAMMIT TAYLOR

why do you still haunt me?