we're not the same, really.
i've known that for some time.
it's nothing new for me.
i've gone through this once or twice.
you want something from me.
you can't have it yourself.
and i can't give it to you.
you want softness.
you want a little creek,
steady and peaceful.
you want someone to want you
for who you are.
i want movement.
i want a raging fire,
dancing and ephemeral.
i want someone to try and
let me down easy, tonight.
it's not your fault.
i don't think it's mine either.
we're just not the same, really.
