if only you could know
how, deep down inside me
I know I'll never let you go
and yet... how can that even be?
when we f_cked it all up
again and again and again?
and it's so odd how now, I simply GET what it's all about
all these poems (yes, yours too) songs books movies since we came down from the trees
I KNOW why we're here now-to help each other after we hurt ourselves on ourselves

you were there the whole time with all your games
me I was here with all my childlike ignorance

and yet we haven't talked in months
but I cry for what we might have been
yearn for you
live to touch you
(and yes we all think I'm crazy... it wasn't just you)
does it every end?

somebody please say yes

please