I guess this means I'm not confused anymore.
No need for second guessing.
I know what I want,
and it's what I know I could never have.
But I have dreams and fantasies that could help me survive,
hopefully.
And I know I probably shouldn't be so pessimistic,
yet it's so hard to see that this could ever work.
But we're getting closer
and closer
and closer
and it makes me happy.
I can tell it makes you happy, too,
but I'm always wondering,
"How close is close enough?"
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Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...