I don't miss it

I don’t miss it

If I leave it

I don’t want it

If I need it

Living in denial

Is a way of survival

Walked away from so many things

Before they could be taken away

Desire is a terrible disease

That manifests itself in curious ways

It is wonderful the way

You read me like a book

Don’t know what to say

Don’t know where to look

It’s terrible that my face reflects my soul

Even my thoughts are not my own.

Sometimes strength can be a weakness

Sometimes silence can be speech

Sometimes justice can be unfair

Sometimes love runs

From those who seek

In a different place

At a different time

Maybe you and I will meet

And maybe you will tell me things

That I always believed

Till then lets wait and see

The twists and turns of life

How much can you run and hide

How much can you deny

The truth of you and I...