I wonder if what I see is really real, and I wonder if you dream at night anymore. Is it possible to become two faced after so long of something so true? The longing I had to fix the holes is slowly fading because I know that this isn't entirely my fault, and I think that maybe now- with your new face and all- you don't even remember the tears that you cried as I laid down with you. Maybe you'll dream of it one night, and maybe you'll wake up with those bittersweet memories- and maybe you will venture out into the sunlight once again (I know it might sting at first, but that is the first step in living again). Maybe I'm wrong though... and maybe you're happy with the gray disposision that you see things with- but God, I pray that you aren't, because living a life like that isn't worth much at all. Not a damn thing.
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Number 3: You don't understand what you do to me boy- Under those blankets, tossing and turning... Laughing and hiding. It all turns me around and makes me feel new inside. You don't understand the way my heart jumps up when I see you watching me, and you don't see how all the wonderful little things you do for me seem to make it all worthwhile. I love this game we play. I see everything for its brillance and I live these dance as if dancing as we make our story and tell out tale and finally be the ones making it all work out. You don't understand the effect you have on me boy- and as I sigh, I breathe out the million insecurities that once surrounded my heart from pain and I reveal the purest of me to you. All for the taking. All for you.
