you are faded

As a whole. You are departing. I see you standing with a boarding pass to Prague, or is it Paris? You look nervous and mysterious, and green. I cannot stand this mystery because i feel like a fool. Fools make bad friends and great lovers, i am no love fool. I hate the feeling that drags me in every time i call you, and every time i see you surrounded by many people. I feel like a frozen popsicle stick on a hot summer day. I feel like some stupid kid will try to eat me yet fail and accidently drop me on the floor, and i will be seen atop the black rusty cement melting into different shades of red and orange. But aside from this or anything else i can say about the things that are so wrong, there is so much more that i fall for. In person, you are all that i hate, but in Person you are all that i love. My wish at the other end of my index finger tip is that you love me forever. No matter what you do, in the end, i will let mine go because those are the kind of people we are.