If I cry, and love dies, would you remember
it was ever here? That I was here, all over you,
singing sad songs in the glory of day. I was
in love. Fallen in. Fallen out. For you.
If you knew, and you believe my love was true, would you
change the littlest of your desires, align them
with the faults of mine? I wish you would,
I know you could, but not for me.
If I looked, and in looking, saw
that you were aware, even a grain, of the words I said,
of the things I gave, would the pain
be any less? Tell me, will. it. ever. end.
So if I cry, and I will cry… I have to.