you wanted control so I held back my opinion
you wanted my attention so I gave up all my friends
you wanted obedience so I stayed silent
then you wanted my tears so I cried the whole sea
I tried to aspire to the perfection of how you wanted me
so I handed over years of my life decades even
but in the end what you wanted was never really me

Your right my body is a temple
Abandoned and crumbling
Desolate and haunted

I am awake
But my heart is tired

My heart spills out on the pages what my mouth can't put into words

Connecting with others is a rare and beautiful thing but it's rare that's the thing

How can it be? That there are  thousands of lit stars in our skies but only one you?

The tragedy of my youth is that I found love too young it slipped away from me too quickly
Thinking I'd connect again one day with someone else just like you was my greatest mistake. There was no one else just like you. There was only you.
Connecting with others is a rare and beautiful thing.
But it's rare....
That's the thing