I can't seem to put into words how I've been feeling lately. Nothing seems to serve proper justice in capturing how I feel. I know this because I've been here before, seen the same insanely enticing sight, and walked away the same way. Walked away the whole road home battling heart and head, wondering if it would have been a rising or setting sun - a luck of the draw or one just to find you've picked out the shortest clover in the bundle. Walked home the whole time trying to convince my two feet to make a 180, carrying me backwards to that familiar crossroads.
I can't say if you make me happy. But I can't say if I'm sad because you can't make me happy. I can't say if I want you enough, that I might face and embrace my flaws in hopes that you would, too. I can't say if I could ever see you wanting me enough, flaws and all encompassed.
I can't say because I've never seen and would hate to falsely imagine what it looks like on the other side of our wall.
But I can say that I want you to know and desire everything that there ever existed to know and desire about me.
Perhaps this is all beyond my means. Inside my dreams.
I can't say if you make me happy. But I can't say if I'm sad because you can't make me happy. I can't say if I want you enough, that I might face and embrace my flaws in hopes that you would, too. I can't say if I could ever see you wanting me enough, flaws and all encompassed.
I can't say because I've never seen and would hate to falsely imagine what it looks like on the other side of our wall.
But I can say that I want you to know and desire everything that there ever existed to know and desire about me.
Perhaps this is all beyond my means. Inside my dreams.
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