You can break my heart
but it is a heart
only you can fix.

You can cut me with a word
but ironically
only your words can heal.

You can walk away
and you can come back.

I can talk insistently
but you can sooth
my rough talk.

I sometimes curse the thought of you
and you can make that curse turn to honey.

Solving this dilemma though
only I can do that.

Only I can pick up this canvass
look at the scene
and paint you out.

Only I can go to my mental closet
of memories
take out your mental photograph
and make it fade to black.
Only I can do that.

And I will one day;
just not today.

I still want
you back.

I still want
you back.

Not ready
to fade
to black.