I am not with you And that kills me. No, Maybe not ‘kills’.
It has become more of a daily injection Of loneliness and phantom fingers.
I have nothing but my sight and my keyboard And it isn’t enough. It will never be enough.
You’ve never seen me blush. You’ve never felt the circles I trace unknowingly into flesh. You’ve never heard my convulsing laugh. You’ve never seen me bare-faced and crying. You’ve never really seen me. And I’ve never really seen you.
But I know the grooves of your heart like my own. I’ve learned your schedule; I always know when you will disappear And when you’ll come back. I loved your beautiful soul first. I loved you second.
Some days, the pain is easy to bear. Other days, I want to tear my heart Straight from my chest, ****** and battered But free.