... news at 11.
{sigh}
I am so sorry... to both of you.
Would you?
If I quoted the right thing
bantered back and forth (meaningless)
and told you I was giggling on my end
If I didn't ask about the dishes
kept my mouth shut (with a smile)
and pretended I didn't care
If I hadn't learned your every inch
remained a mystery for your mind to form (unknown)
and kept myself from you like treasure
If I were just out of reach
connected only through keyboard (fantasy)
and phoned you late at night with gentle voice
If I hadn't given you what you asked for
withheld my bliss and sorrow from you (deception)
and watched you fall, alone
Then, would you truly want me?