do you know
that i went to sleep smiling
the night that we met?
that my feelings
that my fears
made me push you away?
that i hate to see you
with somebody else?
but that i love my freedom
more than myself
even though i’m not sure why?
what if that very freedom
is what led me to you?
what if you’re what i’ve been looking for
but been too stupid to see?
what would that mean?
is it too late
to pull you close?
to tell you to pick me?
could there be a we
to acquire, desire or aspire to?
