Sitting there and you see me
My heart pounding.
You were not to be here
Here was for me and me alone
Why did you come?
How did you manage to time it right
sweat, pain, flashbacks, flooding my mind
Why now? Why here?
Run, Run, Run, but all I can do is walk away.
How I wish I could run, run, run…
I see you there talking
you speak loud so all can hear
yet when it is my turn to speak
you quietly disappear
how dare you ignore me
how dare you shun me
how dare you use the words I write
you do this all in spite
in spite of the friendship that could be built
bury that knife of neglect to the hilt
my heart can take it
but soon enough another will read me, will share me
soon enough another will give me wind and you will see
that while you passed me over and did not share me
I was still able to be free
And at that time I will leave you
I tell you know so you will know
It was not for what I did not read but what you did not show
I wake up to the pain of another day
Still no matter how much I try and think you away I can not stop must not stop. You are what you are and I made you that way. Each and every day I cry for the time I had you. Perfection never hurt so good and still I want to try and smooth the pain.
So what can I do
What can I say
Where can I run
How can I hide
No, there is not a single day that passes where you do not cloud my mind.
When my pen touches paper you are born, When my brush touches paint you are born.
In every word, every stroke, every thought and every sense you are born.
Just wish I could but I can not, must not let you fade.
By Jin Okubo