Love, I've missed you
I've seen pieces of you
In a couple others
But it was shallow, hollow
When I saw you again
So beautiful and funny…
Sharp dresser…
The cute way you wiped your fingertips…
Well for some reason
I started feeling sorry for you
You seemed so lonely
But, yeah, who am I to call you lonely
At least you have him
I just have my blind
Memories
Sister sweetheart
Would you believe me
If I told you
What you really need
Now
Is a little understanding
And a kiss
From me
Can I beg you to believe me?
Can I whisper to you
Soft enough
To let the future take care of itself
For now?
Well, if the only things standing in our way
Are fear and confusion
You can give those to me
You were always the strong one
Anyway
Oh, I don't know
Maybe that was me
But we have to make some decision
Some time
And you're the one reading this
So now you know
Are you scared for me?
I know you can hurt me
And, yes, I've hurt you
But isn't this worse?
Worse than that kiss?
I'm hungry
And thirsty
And tired
But there's no comfort
No bread, water, wine, or sleep
Sleep is good, though
We talk in my dreams
You tell me you have so much work to do…
You're a little embarrassed of me…
I get confused
Because it seems to make you happy
To see me suffer…
But I know you're not like that
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