You sounded scared, unhappy.
Come out to play, I’m lonely.
I could dream of a pretty boy
give me a break. It’s not fair.
I wanted to hug you, hold you
say it’s going to be all right.
We’ve got each other,
whatever that counts for,
you’ve got a soul mate,
he’s standing right here.
I don’t know about you,
but that counts for everything,
in the mess of bars and one night stands,
makes it bearable, eternal.
It hurts, the ache of the years,
but how long can you have pretty things
fall at your feet, anyway?
For it to mean anything
other than what it means.
I love you, I thought.
I hope you never change.
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