What about me?
Does she drive you wild?
Or just mildly free…
What about me?
Do you often think of me through the day?
Do I cross your mind when the busy daily traffic of troubles and tasks somehow slips from your mind?
Significance.
I wish…
Your hands on my face.
Your lips on my hands.
Our bodies layered in between the sheets.
Beauty in the form of simplicity.
We fight.
We complicate.
We try to make things better.
Simple fingers.
Simple questions.
Requests.
Am I tethered to the phone again, hoping to hear your voice drip across the line?
Does she…
Love you the way I did?
The way I would?
Beautiful child, you are…
We made…
You want to be…
I’ve got you and your fences for when I want them.
I’ve got your face to cross my mind when I’m lonely.
But is it ever enough?
For either of us?
Because I love you too much
For you to ever be that second thought
And you love me too much…
To ever be the second option.
Am I the princess you dream of?
Or the complication that gets in the way
Of growing up?
Do you wait?
Do I contemplate the existence of something more than conflict and the seldom reached resolution.
Are we anything more than emotion connected to song and verse to eachother?
“For a minute there, I lost myself…”
Did you ever lose yourself in my memory?
I emerge myself in yours…
In ours.
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