We could be happy Living, like we did. You could be cherished For all, you give. I could be at peace, Being, your Queen. You're the most real Magic, I've seen. We could be happy, But not, like this. The only thing real now, Is—this wish.
I’m not scared I will never know you I’m more scared you and I are more alike than we know Desperate and unprecedented in the worst way Do I really want to love you?
I know you far better than you realize I know myself the way I know you We have the same souls I don’t fall in love with strangers But I could never love myself either And if we are made of the same thing Can I really stay with you?
When I think of you now I do not feel the burning of desire To ravish your sweet, sweet, flesh. I only hold a passing thought Of something left behind; unkempt. For a flickering moment I held steadfast That I simply could not live again. But every morning the sun returns As a reminder To just, breathe in.