Hello my love,
Can you tell me your fears
Or can we talk about mine?
they seem to grow from vines
Twisting and clutching
Squeezing the life out of me
These fears they enjoy seeing me bleed
While I quietly sit and plead
Don’t come true.

mad, mad that I don’t understand
mad that I’m not sure
mad that I can’t trust you
mad that these thoughts swirl in my head

mad that you’re not here
mad that I can’t tell you my fears
mad that I don’t know what love is
mad that I have no control

mad that you don’t say anything
mad that you make it worse
mad that I still want you
mad that you don’t understand

mad that you can’t explain
mad that I feel this pain
mad that I love you
mad that I hate you as well

Well maybe you didn’t miss me, but I sure do miss you. you don’t seem to notice that I wasn’t there though. But what’s it matter? I always knew I wasn’t important. Now it’s just more defined…..thanks for that.

Maybe nothingness it to be without your presence,
Without you moving, slicing the noon
Like a blue flower, without you walking
Later through the fog and the cobbles,

Without the light you carry in your hand,
Golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
Like the red beginnings of a rose.

In short, without your presence: without your coming
Suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
Gust of a rosebush, wheat of winds;

Since then I am because you are,
Since then you are, I am, we are,
And through love I will be, you will be, we’ll be.