to someone I hope I haven't met yet, 

I've been putting PENCIL to paper

(so I have an eraser). 

So many thoughts it's like I'm on pace for

Some great discovery. 

My words. They don't bother me.

But everything else does.

The emptiness, the loneliness,

The constantly surrounded by friends who tell me this

And that. And so many THINGS that just go.....

In one ear, out the other. 

Like harsh words from my brother, or mother

Or another stubborn mother f***er who doesn't get that it's time to

LET IT GO. 

 

This is me. Learning who *I* am.

Mad. Sad. Confused?

Moving forward, I stand hand-in-hand with myself

But all the while wishing there were someone else.

Someone else to get my rocks off.

Someone else to knock my socks off

With a meaningless glance

Or a passionate dance

Or *anything* in betweeen, to bring me so much as a gleam 

Of Hope. 

So I know I'm not at the end of my rope 

When it comes to 

HAVING SOMEONE SEE ME

Who can help get me where I need to be.

Because I can give, give, give

But I have to take and LIVE, too. 

 

So please...

Let me just *be* somewhere with you

Somewhere we can enjoy the view

And hide behind a layer of funny-smelling smoke and

just. talk. 

have a moment, a real moment.

And you can sing to me as I keep up my walk with my hand and yours now, too.

And we just enjoy the view. 

 

so...who?