I toss to the night wind my hesitation,
Just to find the wind suddenly change direction.
I’m struggling to figure out if what I want is really you,
Or just the seemingly perfect idea of you.
Shouldn’t the thought of you stir in me more emotion?
Rather than this unceasing frustration and lack of devotion…
Shouldn’t our chemistry float more on the side of effortless?
Instead I find my feelings and expectations in an increasingly complex mess…
And when our eyes meet where is that sense of deepened connection?
When we touch, I cease to feel anything, not even tension or a hint of our former passion.
Wanting to be with you, to feel you near, should come easily,
Just as my desire to share moment upon moment with you should come a lot more naturally.
You’re the one you see…
For some lucky girl…but I don’t quite know yet…if that girl is me.
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