You want things…I don’t know that I can give you.
I want things you say you want…but I think you just want them because I want them.
We go round and round in a circle that makes me so dizzy….i could hurl.
It’s like you want black and I want white…and we dance in the greyness of it all and call it the same thing.
I ache for things…the same way that you do.
They are just different things…
We smile and nod and say yes….but do we really mean it?
I coo over babies…you coo over puppies
You want Xmas…all I can give you is Boxing Day.
You want dinner with my family…all I can give you is left overs.
You want black, I give white.
You deserve more…more than me.
I deserve that too.