smail mail

[eelster]

i will never be
empty like you wanted with
words lipped by a mouth shoutin'
misunderstandings
that only make sense to you-
i never really got that, by the
way; your tone always had to take
me back to somewhere else.

i will never be
original, beautiful, ready to
run and run and run
and not stop to look back at least
once.

i will never be entirely
present, together, full of happiness
until, that is, i am sitting
next to someone, who (with silence)
understands me through and through;
and i may be looking forever.

i will never be it all.