The medium which brought us together
is the only way I know
how to convey to you what's in my heart.
Since I can't touch you, or speak to you,
or make love to you, I will have to write to you.
To be completely honest, I don't know if
I have the power to be
who it is you need me to be.
I don't know how to take the shame that's been
shackled to you like an unexpected visit from KGB,
and help you believe that it's all a lie.
Believe me when I say that I know,
how unyielding self-loathing can be
especially when there are good things
pulling you away from that empty place in your heart.
But that's why we found each other I think,
to prove to one another, that the past
only has the power to keep us locked within it.
I promise you that one day, regardless of our supposed weaknesses,
that emptiness will be filled, and the light will come back.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
The medium which brought us together
is the only way I know
how to convey to you what's in my heart.
Since I can't touch you, or speak to you,
or make love to you, I will have to write to you.
To be completely honest, I don't know if
I have the power to be
who it is you need me to be.
I don't know how to take the shame that's been
shackled to you like an unexpected visit from KGB,
and help you believe that it's all a lie.
Believe me when I say that I know,
how unyielding self-loathing can be
especially when there are good things
pulling you away from that empty place in your heart.
But that's why we found each other I think,
to prove to one another, that the past
only has the power to keep us locked within it.
I promise you that one day, regardless of our supposed weaknesses,
that emptiness will be filled, and the light will come back.
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