You came to me again last night. I should be flattered, and I guess I am -
a little. It tells me Im important, and that you need me. That you need to
wail on my shoulder as yet another man slips through your fingers.
Its hard work pretending that it doesnt hurt me, but it does. It hurts
more than you will ever know. I will never tell you how much because if I
do, I lose you a little bit more than I already have.
I love the way you lay your head on my shoulder as we wax lyrical about why
you failed again. It has become a talent of mine to put the blame entirely
on the guys shoulders rather than yours, even though I know the true
Its hard looking into your ebony eyes as I tenderly wipe away tears that
dont belong. No man is worthy of your pain. No man except me of course,
and that is why I stay a friend. Its even harder telling you that another
day another man will take a chance and try to capture what we once had.
Hell fail of course, they always do.
It breaks my heart when you finally give me a teary sniff, a kiss on the
cheek and go back to your own little world. The world without me. The world
There is you, and then there is me, but never us. I wonder if there ever
will be an us again. I hope so, more than anything in the universe. But
until then, you are still out there looking for me.
Ive yet to invade your dreams, your desires. I was there once, but not
now, not for a long time and it tortures my soul to have to constantly tell
I look around my cabin, bare now your essence has gone. Silent now your
whispered fears have been dispelled. Lonely now youve left me to my own
dreams and desires, again. Nothing can take the place of you, nothing.
When Im not out there, pretending to be something I am not, I am here,
my room, waiting, remembering, longing and needing. God, I need you,
Its not often I shed tears of my own, but tonight I did. Tonight I nearly
lost you forever. Not me, but the other me, the me that has managed to
destroy your faith, and trust, and love in me again, and yet again, Im
back to where I started; Youve shed tears over me again, and again, Im
going to leave you.
But Im not, not really, I will always here, I always am. This is me,
Deanna, not him. Not Tom whos got a dream to live, without you. But me.
Im your true Imzadi, and one day youll walk into my arms and know
come home, and Ill be waiting. Ill always be waiting...