to know you
to know you is to love you
and i've known you for
.s.o..l.o.n.g.
it hurts.
and knowing me is to know
a friend
.n.o..m.o.r.e.
.n.o..l.e.s.s.
it burns...
and i bleed
and i breathe
and i try
to keep on
with some semblance
of my life
.b.e.f.o.r.e..m.y..l.o.v.e.
unrequitted
...as if i could
remember it
before there was a
you.
and then i realize,
you're a
part of me
that i
just....can't.... .l.e.t....g.o....
and push it down
and try to drown
the normal thoughts
and hopes
and wishes
for something more,
while living with
something less
than what i
dreamed
would be.
Sunday, May 01, 2005 - 11:38 pm