I'll give you everything,
until I become nothing-
only a shadow.

                                                               ­              the former winces
                                                          ­                   the tip-toeing, and the
                                                             ­                platitudes, loathsome.

Waiting with baited-
breath. For different results
than the binary.

                                                        ­                     no expectations.
                                                                ­             that's what you like
                                                                ­             about it.
                                                                ­             none of the drama.

Unfortunately,
the answer is always null.
Just like me to you.

                                                           ­                   *in all honesty,
                                                        ­                      I can't apologize for
                                                                ­              being the real me.

Circle back to me.
Check in, check out-
I guess-
we’re ok today.

My heart and mind know
what I am waiting for, but
something is missing.

We’re on separate
pages, and maybe even
on separate books.

You want to love me;
To build, to grow, to learn, and
all the things between.

But I’m in peril.
Floating between right and wrong.
The good and evil.

And I’m not sure that,
the girl you fell in love with
exists anymore.

The love of my life.
My person who is supposed
to be here with me.  

Is not.

My person cannot  
see past our history.
We'll always be more.

Than friends.

Sometimes I wonder if you like me or if-
You just like the idea. The concept.
Seeing me is like seeing yourself, looking in a mirror.
How do I know that you love me, and not the concept.
You’re projecting.
It’s all conceptual.

If imperfect people create perfect love, then what are we?
If imperfections make you beautiful, did I become grotesque?

If the concept is more alluring than the truth, then is it a lie?
If the concept is better than me, then maybe I’ll never be your lover.

I would take the last
metro every night, if that
meant I would see you.*

Je voudrais prendre
Le dernier métro, si
Je pourrais te voir.

Je ne sais pas ce
Qu’est l’amour. Je tiens à
le trouver avec tu.

Je suis cassée. Et
je ne suis pas aussi fort,
qu’elle semble ou crois.

Toutes mes journées-
elles terminent et commencent
seulement avec tu.  

Je prendrais le pré-
mier métro, si je pouvais
rester avec tu.