My Love,
You slip right through me,
A ghost that will not leave.
Act as if you hardly knew me,
before one thought can grieve.
My love,
You are not mine.
You belong to another:
A place that despair cannot find
and hope will not discover.
My Love,
You masquerade as truth
each time my skin dares near you.
This flesh that lied to know your name,
became the flesh that fears you.
My Love,
I hear your haunting voice
A vulture of my soul:
Eats the dark vein of a tortured heart
that refuses to be whole.
My Love,
I met you in my dreams
your body wandered , lost.
Searching for a place to feel
despite life's wretched cost.
Perhaps you'll settle down and see
that I could never know you:
A thing that died inside of me
my only hope to show you:
That while you leave me more each day
I give my life to need you
and grieve for what I gave away
while waiting to receive you.
