I needed you and all you did was give me a passing glance. You held me up like a prop in your life and that's all I ever was. Still, why can't I leave in the past where we were? Why do I go digging through the cemeteries of unrequited loves? Why can't I leave you and move to green pastures?
And in these moments where everyone is so far from me, farther than physical distance, I return to the vast expanses where I left all of you. All of me feels like a remnant casting fickle shadows in the still breeze. I pick up the pieces of my heart that I hardly knew had broken apart from who I was.
And on some occasions the listeners listen too closely to who they think I am. And then the other times they don't take me seriously enough. So then I retreat to my interior like in these moments, hoping maybe there I will find a truer version of myself. Hoping, somehow I'll find a new part of me previously hidden.
I felt like I knew you so well and you never knew me. Now, neither of us know who was or who I've become. Maybe I'm a beautifully textured surface waiting for the right words. Maybe I'm a fish in shallow water. I see no reflection in the mirror.
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