I miss you, the real you. You don’t know, but I wish you knew
I wish it was different, simple instead
Of all of these letters that you never read.
Or maybe you did, but I’ll never be sure.
How many more days do I have to endure
This torture for…Listen, if I am ever free
From wishing and dreaming of you and of me,
I’ll bottle this message and I’ll let it sail
In hopes it will reach you but knowing it’ll fail.
It’ll circle the Earth leaving us in the dust
Before its picked up by a stranger at last.
He’ll wonder what name to assign to this plague
That made correspondence so awkwardly vague.
Its causes unknown, but the specimen’s real,
So this is how loving a person must feel.
But slowly its being squeezed out bit by bit
Not much left to hope for, so might as well…?
Simple passion, raw and unbridled
Demoned by lust and the stills of the past
To this day the pixels hold the memories
But they say time is cyclical
So I will hold on
To that hypothesis like a dear paper doll
That survived the neighborhood fire
As hot and fiery as that desire
For the beautiful human being
That never knew his beauty
And will never believe my honesty
Even if its crystallized in a thousand tears
To him just water eliminated from this corpse
To me the soul’s somber fireworks
To celebrate the end of the beginning
Of yet another life apart