Sunday, 25 July 2010
I put my hand to that place on my neck where I felt your breath. I turn around hoping I'll see you but I know I won't because you don't exist. And I tell myself I'm not crazy, that you're not just a figment of my imagination, though I know I am. And I tell myself it's not just the fan paddling over head because I feel you in my mind, in my heart, in the pain in my arm that never exists unless you're around. And I tell myself the pain is real, that it isn't just my heart failing, but I know it's only in my head. And I wish that someday I'll turn around and you'll be standing there smiling at me, knowing that I'll weep, because in the end I'm really just crazy though I know I'm not. So breathe again, just breathe on me and let me know you're real. I just want to know you're real. I just want to know I'm not crazy.