I could never fulfill the expectations we set together and
it's so hard when I don't know what I want from you
Sometimes to be comfortable in my own company is the biggest
present I could ask for
But when I claim my space I find myself apologising
Over and over and over again
6.04 And I'm responsible for where I'm going
The wheels I've set in motion have no one direction
a mild form of torture
Until I act
I push you and praise you and miss you when I'm gone
(When my lover is but a murky echo) but when we're close I never have enough precious time
My rants and raves and soliloquies of facile wisdom become worse in memory, beasts of my ego tearing the flesh of our clasped hands and I'm lonely thinking how much I've learnt from you
All of you
So this is my apology and this is my prayer that in our hearts we meet without the monkeys on my back tagging along
Without me dragging the void through the doorway and consuming your laughter on your living room floor
I want to win your pride with love and care not bold promises
Thank you for being you, what more could I ask?
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