I am not what you need But I so badly wish I could be Oh, how I wish
I could make you smile with no falter Laugh without a hint of a catch Maybe even one day meet you at the alter? But I am not your perfect match
If I could, I would Make the rain fall from every cloud just so you could get a good nights sleep Spread my jacket over the puddle so you wouldn't have to make that wet leap Read you books under the stars in a polyester heaven of your own But for now I am in a prison that keeps us so tangent, known as a 'phone'
But I, who am I? For I am not myself Every breath that falls from these lips are of a strangers mouth Every thought surging from a strangers brain The words I need to say, lost in a sea of the brain that doesn't belong to me, I cannot speak My heart creaks It splinters It stops
And then it breaks
Is your heart full of ache? If so, it is my fault I am not the one to fix you I cannot find ways to fix myself How am I supposed to fix somebody else? So instead I just bend, bruise, and break Every little thing that I touch Every inch of you
I am sorry, for I cannot help myself
Darling, this is what movies are made of what books are written about end after end I am sitting here adding to the list of poems written about it The thing that comes in a bittersweet package wrapped and sealed with a bow You know,