monkeybear

Crossing Streets
2003-02-26 04:33:23 (UTC)

And so it begins

The adventure begins with slow entanglement
I'm trying to understand with slow intent
The way you've hurt me, the way that I grow.
You hurt me in my youth and I see it more
As you grow closer and I still feel awkward.

Comfortable silence has been our way
Of communicating feelings throughout the day
And now I want more, I want you to cry
I want you to tell me it hurt when he died.
I need to see tears and hear you laugh
At something that isn't petty or cheap.

Why do I doubt what I feel? Why am I so lost to own what
is mine?




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