October 2nd, 2003

into this night i wander

i don't share your opinion of yourself...

i feel like a child in my longing
wanting for things
that simply can't be
for now
i miss you
hard to admit to, even harder to say
not because i don't want you to know
but because it means that you've touched a part of me
weakened my stony exterior
coddled the curious child within
worse still, that he's grown fond of being near you
it'd be easier
if he had never had a friend
but i don't regret giving him the choice
giving him a chance
giving him hope