come on try a little. nothing is forever. there’s got to be something better than in the middle.

and there i go. crying. everytime i see you.
is that me? or is it you. are my tears from you?
or a reaction of everything you are. to me.
i love you like the day i woke up and found four new kittens at my feet.
i love you like the most intoxicated drunk i’ve ever felt without puking or blacking out.
i love you, because i don’t at all.
it doesn’t make sense in a world where everything must make sense.
me and you? no. i understand, you know. i understand why you fight it.
why it seems so wrong.
you’re like a mirror. a mirror of everthing i hate in myself.
i could paint your entire existence on a canvas. and it would be empty.
you think we’re both so empty. afraid.
because everything we have ever wanted has come crashing down around us.
how am i supposed to change the world, if the world runs my life?
i am not big enough. and you are afraid that it will bring you down.
it’s okay. i understand. i get it. but i still cry.
but right now, between love and life, and everything that flies around on little butterflies, that i am not capable of finding.
we are in the middle.
one day we will get out. you might be closer than i.
but you are also more afraid than i am.
but if you go your way.
i’ll go mine.
and if we both find the way out, who’s to say it’s not the same?
i guess we’ll find out.
i guess it doesn’t matter.
i’ve got a few years left to discover.
meet me in five.