I wanted you to take a journey to my world.
I wanted you to physically see the things I spoke of.
Though I will make it my purpose to read and write (to you) forever the time came where I wanted you to see.
You've touched my soul in more ways than any.
You've listened to my words, my laugh but not my tears.
You've tasted my lips…a lifetime ago.
You've smelt my hair; both on good days and bad.
You've even grappled with my sixth sense.
But you've never seen where I come from, where I lie down at night, where I long, where I love, where I desire and where I despair.
I wanted you to take a train journey to my house, loose yourself out the window like I once had.
I wanted you to walk into my room and think now I can fully understand.
I wanted you to see my "room with a view" because the trampoline out my window is my million dollar view.
I wanted you to see my world, my hopes hanging on the wall and the memories of those that you know but have never met.
I wanted you in my world and not in the wilderness.
I wanted silently…and that was my biggest mistake.
And now you write about my complexity and the things I do to others that don't make sense, and apply those to you… I've never felt so empty, so wasted. Simply it was this that made our "love", our "casual, overly deep or just plain silly chattering".
I wanted you in my world but you never came.
I wanted…
I'm sorry.
You are to me what you thought you were, as convoluted as you may be, I may, this may be. Sometimes it's the depth of your understanding that scares me.
I wanted you to physically see the things I spoke of.
Though I will make it my purpose to read and write (to you) forever the time came where I wanted you to see.
You've touched my soul in more ways than any.
You've listened to my words, my laugh but not my tears.
You've tasted my lips…a lifetime ago.
You've smelt my hair; both on good days and bad.
You've even grappled with my sixth sense.
But you've never seen where I come from, where I lie down at night, where I long, where I love, where I desire and where I despair.
I wanted you to take a train journey to my house, loose yourself out the window like I once had.
I wanted you to walk into my room and think now I can fully understand.
I wanted you to see my "room with a view" because the trampoline out my window is my million dollar view.
I wanted you to see my world, my hopes hanging on the wall and the memories of those that you know but have never met.
I wanted you in my world and not in the wilderness.
I wanted silently…and that was my biggest mistake.
And now you write about my complexity and the things I do to others that don't make sense, and apply those to you… I've never felt so empty, so wasted. Simply it was this that made our "love", our "casual, overly deep or just plain silly chattering".
I wanted you in my world but you never came.
I wanted…
I'm sorry.
You are to me what you thought you were, as convoluted as you may be, I may, this may be. Sometimes it's the depth of your understanding that scares me.

