You'd think I ought to be used to that by now...

[catchtheball]

Save for a few of those late-night episodes,
Missed opportunities and I-don't-cares;
There's not a lot that I feel obliged to share or talk about....

This may sound bad and don't take it the wrong way
I love you, however... you hold me down....

You're the echoes of my everything.
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon.
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom.
You're the leaky sink of sentiment.
You're the failed attempts I never could forget.
You're all the metaphors I can't create
To comprehend this curse that I call love.