Compulsive denial


I prostitute my mind to whomever,whatever
To be able to fund my expensive addiction
But for the first time ever
I wish I could be clean
I wish my mind belonged to me
So I could tell whether you are the one my heart has found
Or if you’re just another figment of my escapist fantasies

patience, my dear


I know you know

and you know I know

What we don’t dare tell each other

I just hope that one day, maybe a year from now, maybe longer

You’ll still be in my life

I’ll still be on your mind

And we’d finally dare to tell one another

What we knew all along.

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