not something you forget
not something you get over
i live on.
you can not cut me out
like a paper heart.
but, oh, how i wish you could.
and then there is that-
the truth standing still
that you don't want to,
so you never will.
i am only as far away
as you want me to be
but never out of reach.
i have been
untouchable
a dirty secret
an angel
the truth
silence
so i wonder
what am i to you now?
because we both know
i'll never get to be
just me.