I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited dispassionate and quiet around you.
And when I am old, when the skin under my eyes stretches to wrap around the things I've seen, what will it mean that I didn't take a chance on you? Didn’t get lost in a glance from you? This fragile balance, this delicate palace where one left puts two people on two different paths. But if I hold out my hands to you it doesn't make it right, it doesn't make it right.
I want more for my life than my name in lights, my name in lights!
I've read books and understood them, understood the looks you gave me when I sent you a letter from Bennington telling you that I couldn't leave his grave without a poem of my own and all I wrote about was having you and not having you.
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