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I’ve painted you in my mind
A million times
I saw you again last week and all
I can think of are
Those eyes that I want to stare into
For the rest of eternity, or maybe just a short while
And your quiet voice, and your soft smile
Maybe you know it all now
That I really loved you
From the start
But in some senses, I know that it was
All a fantasy
The romanticisation of certain parts
The repression of your flaws
But I really don’t want to do that anymore
I don’t want to you to hide your true self from me
And silently resent me, and be upset at me
I guess I already hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt you any longer
Now that we’re meeting, I’ll try
To chuck away this fantasy, to learn to
Know and love the real you
We probably aren’t quite meant to be
But I know, despite the misery,
That from the start I wanted to bring you happiness
And put a smile on your face
And support you when you are down
From the start I
Wanted to understand you, the real you
Not the image of you I have in my mind
I’ll let the fantasy and the reality collide
And pray that there’s something left
And that you really care,
Even if it’s just as a friend |
