you are lost
and wounded
and unaware
of the storm
that rages
without a care.
you are the sound
of rain
on my window sill
you're knocking on my window
with a smile that can
set the blazing insanity to rest
even if it's for a litttle while.
you're the whisper
that tells me try again
and when i do
and reach there
i turn to you but you are not there
because you're always behind me.
i'm a little lost
and you tell me step first where you want to
and i do
and when i reach where i'm going
i turn to you but you are not there
because you are always behind me.
i want to you see you
all imperfect
and lost
and confused
because i need reassurance
that perfect things don't exist.
and i want you to exist.
so much.
