My pen could write for
anyone, true,
But it never smiles about them
the way it does for you…

Do you know I dreamt of you every night
I didn’t know why but I think it’s because I think of you all the time
 
At first, I didn’t know that it was a dream because it felt like reality to me. I hear your voice so clear; I can feel you touch through my skin and I can even smell your perfume.
 
But everything just fades away. I woke up in the middle of the night. Then I realized that everything was just a dream, but I wish it was a reality.

I know you.
Sometimes you say things, expecting that I won’t understand, and I think it’s strange because
I know you.
That’s what this is. I know you,
And I want you,
And I care about you
Anyway.
I want no one else.
You might not know me,
The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you,
In the darkness,
In the night,
But I know you.
And I want you anyway.