Reminds Me of YouAnything goodOr happy or saneReminds me of the daysI spent with you.The sun, the moon,A glass of lemonadeHalf-filled with your eyesBarely conceal the truth;Because the happyReminds me of you,I seek out the sadTo avoid the worst:You.
SuspenseI hold my breathWhenever you speakFor you to tell me...I don't wantTo bring it up myself,But if you don't,I think I'll have to.Because I can not dealWith the knowledge that ICould be in your armsAny second. I hate knowingThat you want me back,Because I want you backTen times more.But the thought of losing youAgainContinues to haunt.Could I get over that again?Am I over the first time?How do I knowWhat to do if you do?I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.But here I standWaiting for you to speakAnd you simply askFor me to close the door...
That Was ThatYou never listenedTo the words which pouredFrom my bloodied lips,But you didn't need to.I would have done anythingTo stay in your warm, safe arms,But you threw me away,And that was that.
The Crying ManOnce when I was little,I saw a grown man cry.I was saddened and tried,Unsuccessfully, to comfort him.As I grew older,The man continued to cry.Each sob he let escapePained me more than the last.I grew even older,And got used to the weeping;I grew used to the sorrowAnd pain.One day, the man was not crying.In fact, he was happy.Confused, I was unsureWhat to do.So I made the man cry,Not for satisfaction!But because I was so used to sadness,I no longer understood happiness.
ConflictingOne time I said"I'll never go back."I'd never takeThat risk.But now my viewsAre shifting againAnd the conflicting emotionOverwhelms me.I heard that youMight want me back,And I wish I couldSay no.But if you ask,I know I won't,Because I knowI can't.I don't know whatThe hell to doBut put myselfEven more in debt.It will hurt more inThe end if IAgree to yourDesire,But I'd die if IHurt you like youDid me many monthsAgo.
The KnotThe knot was tied,But not how you think.The knot was tiedBecause of love,Not money,Not fear,But painful love.The knot cured the loveI possessed to the extreme.It knotted the allure,And it knotted the shame.Eleven months led to the knot.Eleven months of kisses and love,But the twelfth never cameBefore the noose was knotted.