#usemeandilluseyou
Once we spoke of a room,
A fairly small room,
We could both run to.
I don't quite know what
You sought out of me,
All I wanted was to call
Your arms my home.
But it's quarter past midnight,
And I'm in our room alone, again.
I'm betting that, out of me,
You never wanted more
Than pictures and some words.
You don't need me like I need you --
You never did.
Maybe it's time
I finally stop needing you too.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC