YOURS

I behind these empty tumblers, you hiding behind screens of glass and plastic, and this haze of smoke separates us both. When I wrote "I thought I was a man," who would have known it was written to you? We had not met, and we wouldn't for ten years yet. You've got the prettiest eyes next to mine- your breath is into me. I've planted the tiniest seed in your mind that you could love me. If you're thinking that my words are weak, well, you'd be right if you had something better for me. But, as it stands, you ain't got shit, and believe me, I've been listening. Try something like "how I love to kiss you" and I don't care how anybody else would feel, you would be my favorite new author, probably for life. You've got the prettiest eyes next to mine- your breath is into me. I've planted the tiniest seed in your mind that you could love me. (repeat)(ending) Your heart is broken, yeah, so is mine, but that can't stop me. The only thing worse than losing you is not even trying.