Dream Of You

I had a dream of you last night
And in this dream you said:
"Love is destruction,
That's what it is to me."

I said:

"That makes sense,
considering what you've done to me;
considering how you let yourself be."
We had a verbal hassle
and after a bit of pretentious talk
I told you what I defined love as
And you were silent like a hawk
I knew you were judging me
Quietly thinking you're right
But I didn't care, you see
Because I knew that you were trite
and dead inside.

(I defined love)
I defined love as:
A form of change, creation
The antonym of stagnation,
dynamic range, all so strange (at first);
A myriad of colors, all of which you lacked at birth
Selflessness and reinvestments;
Aggressiveness retract;
A feeling which you can't define
But you always try,
and it all comes back;
Even when the butterflies go
There's something that you know is true
and you and your other never want back;
To contribute to the world, as well
instead of waiting around
while everything decays;
not everything's your way;
and nothing's perfect,
but it's here to stay.
You've gotta accept that
You've gotta start anew.

Yeah, you can't be an idealist
or you'll lose all the things you need
to stay afloat.

But I guess you've already gotten to that point
where you're floating on your own
and you see the people around you
as something to hold you up instead of drown;
you fill their lungs with the water meant for you

while you swallow the salty air
and you push, push down
you don't even fucking care
You don't even fucking care

but i tell you that you're at that point
where yeah, you are afloat
But you're face-down and your skin is unclean
and you're miles from any boat.