three steps

even though
you are
three steps ahead of me

even though
you are
years smarter than me

i think
i impress you
with the way that i talk

i think
i delight you
in the way that i say

that there isn't a moment
or hour
or day

that i don't think of you
and smile

and know of you
as love

(live)

hold close

i'm tired of being
the freak
in my world

i want to go back
to the sanity
of your world

the world where
i talked and
someone understood

the world where
i reached out and
someone pulled me in

the world where
i was cherished
hoped for and protected
without becoming
a fallacy

the world where
i was wanted
just for being me

lead me back
into your embrace
within the warmth
of your heart

and cradle me
with your love
forever
(hug)

different

you write
i read

you think
i see

you love
i need

you hope
i view

you wish
i knew

you dream
i do

alive in our differences
dead to all others

bound by the reality
that's true

me and you
against it all

starting the world anew

(us)

i worry

i worry
that the quiet
i want to have with you
is at odds
with the loud
you want to have with me

i worry
that the things
i want you to say
will put pressure on
the things you already say

causing you to say
nothing at all

i worry
that all the things
i want to do for you
won't get done
in enough time
for you to realize

what you mean to me

i worry
even though you smile
and say
"Don't worry."

i've been so wrong before

convince me
that the worry i feel
is nothing more

than my own imagination

(show)

my other life

in my other life
i can do anything
i want to do

i can speak to anyone
and understand them

i can learn from everyone
and remember the lessons

i can bring hope to the heartless
love to the lonely
and a smile on the face
of the hungriest soul

in my other life
i can be
whoever i want to be

but i'll never be good enough for you

one day
i will learn
that pleasing you
is impossible

one day
i will learn
i'm not the one
who can save you

the day i realize
that you're not worth
the trying

will be the day
that my other life
begins

but not to-day

(no)

her pen

mightier than the sword, i am
strength passed from hand to hand

coveted by old school writers
loved by wandering poets

she seeks me out
in troubled times

to scribble madly
across the page

looking for a meaning
to all the madness

looking for a reason
for all the sorrow

spilling my ink
along with her tears

day after day
in sun so bright

night after night
in her hunt for the moon

and all the sensibility it brings

(write)

hardships

letter to letter
phone call to
phone call

flickering images
night after night

trying to keep close

emails that talk about
past endearments
songs sent back and forth
trying to trigger memories

trying to keep it real

love spread thin
between far cities
waiting for the recharge
of reconnection

trying to keep it alive

knowing that
what we hold inside
is worth all the hardships
we see

trying so hard in trying times

....to keep love free

(hold)