I've realized that...
when being with someone...
There is still a you.
An I
A him
A her
A he
A she
But I think of we
I think of us.
When you love someone,
they should be your equal,
or at least someone you feel comfortable with,
who you can talk with late on the phone
not just
side by side
and in bed,
feeling the echo of clicks
still alone.
I've realized that...
With you, I get so wrapped up with
I can still taste your breath,
and feel your heartbeat because it has mine
miles away,
I can feel the way your hands' intertwine,
in my hair.
The way I bury myself deep in your edges to hide my scars
You carry me off into a fabricated existence,
of my hopeless demise, too far-
gone.
I've realized that...
Sometimes I forget what's outside these stolen moments,
of hurried kisses, passionate caresses and loving phrases.
I get so caught up
At the thought
and the feeling
but maybe that's just my imagination wandering
And I think my logic is finally questioning
Who am I?
Who was I?
Where were you before this?
Where were you, the time when I crumbled?
Who was there?
Me

Who picked up the pieces?

Me


So who takes the bullet
each
and
every
time?

Me.

So when your shot and looking for someone to patch you back up
just for a while
know that a while
is never enough

I relied so much on you
I almost forgot
how much easier it is
to just heal myself.