Tell Me

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I feel so wanting.

          Yet, something is in my way, as things most often are.

I need a time and a place to feel alone; to feel complete.

          I need to be broken in order to be whole.

I need once again to be the only one in your eyes; am I?

They don’t understand do they, about us I mean?

I never once felt the need to explain anything to anyone, now though, everyone seems out of sorts.

           Questions are asked, but answers aren’t given, or they are and I’m just not providing the right ones.

They know, oh, they’re so smart, the ones who do.

            Look at me; a broken mess on the floor, staining the red velvet again with the wetness in my tears.

I can sense that this isn’t the way it was supposed to end; this wasn’t the right kind of happy ending.

          Look at us; righting wrongs and defeating the evils insides of our heads.

You, by breathing in and out of the tube with artificial sedatives and I, by singing lullabies.

 

 

What happened to us; won’t you tell me?