Invisible

I can't ever get it,
get it gone,
get it moving.

It always comes back
to her,
to your past,
to what you deny.

I see the comparisons
as they form in your mind,
I see the thoughts
you won't ever make,
I see your green heart
when I mention another.

I am not her,
I am not her,
I am not her.

Say you care . . .
a million times you can deny it,
but just once . . .
don't.

You only see her
in the shadow that is me,
you only hear her
during the hours that I beg,
you only kiss her
in the night, in the bed.

And you're blind
when I want you to see me--
just once,
leave me a parting gift
of your eyes
viewing me with love,
of your fingers
holding mine tightly.

I'd like to go away,
and feel you with me;
feel your heart.

I'd like to know
that you can put
your hands in mine,
that you won't laugh,
that you won't tear me up
whenever I speak,
like you do now.

Can't you listen?
Can't you take my words,
and let me show you
me?
Can't you see?
Can't you forget to stare,
and just watch?

I need you to forget everything,
I need you to toss out your past,
I need you to be free,
I need to be seen.
Back home!
Songs of Me
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