All of these loves are tainted.
I want all of these things so much.
But not yet.
Not with any of you.
But my schizophrenic heart wonít slow down
and my paranoid dreams wonít wake up.
Iím stuck here in a hazy fog;
pretending that this is all that it could be.
That perhaps this is all that I wanted.
And what of all those passionate wants,
Those dances in the dark.
What of all those incomplete longings of my heart,
that I just donít find in you.
Do I give them up?
Do I replace them with something new?
Something I never knew that I needed?
Or do I keep wandering alone in this broken dream
For the one to put it all together.
And what if it is un-mendable.
Are you the best band-aid life has to offer me?
Is this what I am to make of love?
Of unsure glances to the palm of my hand
To the future neither of us expected?
Or did destiny just want to catch us off guard.