I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited
dispassionate and quiet around you.And when I am old, when the skin under my eyes
stretches to wrap around the things I've seen,
what will it mean that I didn't take a chance on you?
Didn't get lost in a glance from you?
This fragile balance, this delicate palace where one left
puts two people on two different paths.
But if I hold out my hands to you
it doesn't make it right, it doesn't make it right.I want more for my life than my name in lights,
my name in lights!I've read books and understood them,
understood the looks you gave me
when I sent you a letter from Bennington
telling you that I couldn't leave his grave without a poem of my own
and all I wrote about was having you and not having you.
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