...I just don't know who else to be.
Sometimes I look into your expression,in those few unguarded moments,
and I know that somehow, I’m hurting you.
I sit down by your side,
not close enough to touch you,
but close enough for you,
if you need me.
As soon as you ask me to,
I’ll be there,
pulling you into my arms,
telling you that everything
will be alright.
You believe me, don’t you?
Of course you do,
I have such kind eyes.
But sometimes, well most oftentimes,
I simply let it all go;
let it roll away like water, let the seconds flow.
I don’t ask you what’s the matter,
because I don’t want to know.
And I look you straight into your eyes
and pretend I’m blinder than anyone.
Isn’t that just a perfect way to be?
Of course you can’t fault me
for not being perfect
and you know I never will be.
Not perfect for you, just perfect in the mind,
like a diamond cut from ice, flawless for all time.
But not like humans are.
Sometimes that’s how you look at me -
as if I’m something other than human.
And hell -who am I to contradict that verdict?
At least humans are imperfect by nature.
But you look at me for answers,
for making it all alright.
Not because I’m human, but because I know how to be.
