I don’t want to write
I want you to be here without pouring my soul out
I don’t want to stare out into the night waiting
I want my waiting to be over now
Looking out into the stars as if searching out there is any more useful than searching in here
I don’t want to have to do anything
I want to stay right here, doing nothing, and have you just walk right up to me
Were it not for my invisibility
Would I have made it this far?
How can you find me
If even I can’t find me?
A mirror I’m screaming at to become real
Because no one else reflects me
Dreams are just your mind
If so, I guess I’m my best friend
Isn’t that twisted.
I’ve said you left me here
But you were never here to begin with
Sometimes I wonder if all my friends throughout my life were just a dream
If I haven’t always been living here like this
Maybe the past is just a trick
Maybe there has only ever been now
Stars go by
The Earth didn’t stop spinning when you won
Curious, as I was certain loss would equal death
Or the end
Yet on you run
We say time marches in English
It’s definitely more like running
Did it taste like victory?
Was it everything you imagined?
Did my mind fill with this person because anything else would be torture?
Is it self preservation to dream a companion?
Second place would have been fine
It’s like I got caught up in running the race from outside the stadium
It wouldn’t have mattered how fast I ran
It was always a dream
I wonder why I started running at all
I almost dare them to move
The stars
For something to change
As if change out there would bring change here
He did choose though
And things changed for him
I should have listened to the drug induced dream thing
You’re not the one
I’m not the one
I wanted to be someone’s one though
You sent me off into a world devoid of people who can love me
The dream also tried to make me believe that by being, existing, I was committing some sin and being selfish
That the only truly unselfish place would be a place where there was no Universe
And, that may be
But I wanted to exist anyways
I was fighting
So I guess even if I’m not the one
And there isn’t another
You get one
I’ll take some other person who’s fucked
Just please don’t send me a person who’s gonna murder me this time, kay?
Let’s start with someone who can put up with me, who isn’t going to kill me for crying
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