I wish I knew you sooner,
before I believed that all good things
suddenly come to a tragic end,
and that my love will only stab you
straight through your heart.
I spend all my time listening
to the sound of my brain
trying to figure out how anger works -
desperate to believe that its arrival
will not come from you.
And as much as I want you,
and need you in my life
when I am weary and want to cry,
something always holds me back
when I wonder if you really know me at all
if you do not yet know my past?
