What you are to me
is not real, is not true
just a story my heart
tells
when it lies to me
I wish you knew me
as I wish I knew you
But my heart has these
ridiculous,
empty pleas
Your voice, heartbeat
make me fall in love
but who you will be
is not
the man I need
I wish sometimes
with all my empty love
and my bleeding heart
that you
were the one for me
Oh your songs to me
and your voice in my dreams
are so sweet.
The way you hold me tight
and kiss me in my sleep
The way you wish you could keep me
hidden, safe,
tucked in your pocket like a perfect pet
The way you dream of me,
when you're asleep
when you're awake
I wish it were all real.
But I'm not real for you.
my future, your terrifying dream.
You're not real for me.
you're my waking dream
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Derailed
What you are to me
is not real, is not true
just a story my heart
tells
when it lies to me
I wish I knew what
I wanted you to be
I wish I could find
a way
to say goodbye, or hello
Your voice sang to me
all I ever need
your breath is all
I ever
want to feel.
I wish it was you
but we weren't meant
for each other.
I can't love
myself. So how could I love you?
You've never known love
Terrified of the very thing
that our hearts are tending towards
With no way
to stop this train, we're waiting to get derailed...
© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011
Posted by Aimée at 9:23 PM
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