i wish you’d let me in
and i wish the days weren’t marked
by your words or thoughts and i’m wondering if you
find this as bothersome,
as my broken heart and waking up with it each day
confusion is marked by words of love
and words of hate, all dreamt in my own head,
but i’ll never turn my light off
i’m leaving it on for you-
to change the bulb or let it burn out
whatever you want
