1.29.2004

I miss you most when I’m home,
Every moment I find myself alone,
When I’m seething inside,
When I have no place to run and hide,
I force thoughts of you away,
The feelings that arise, I won’t let stay,
Won’t let myself fall weak to you,
Like I seem to,
How you get by fine without me,
But I can’t do the same,
Appetite never quite fulfilled,
Leaving me constantly craving more,
Panicked as you dance around settling down,
Will you ever be ready?
Is this as close as I’ll ever come?
Everything that’s important,
Anything that matters I’ve found in you.

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