Him
Like you been somewhere but never was.
As if, you already knew
before knowing.
I found him.
Or maybe I felt him first.
Right around the corner...
When I grabbed coffee that day.
I felt that same feeling.
Were you staring at me from a far?
Did you see me before I noticed you?
I tried to explain it to others.
Yet, they always laughed at me.
Asking why must I be so invovled?
Why should I even trust your soul.
They saw him.
They watched him out in the blue.
Other I know, have met him too.
"Maybe get to know him, you'll become ashamed."
I guess if I saw how he was living- I probably would be.
Not the same way that they are, but more like a quiet knowing.
We both know you don't prefer to live that way.
We both know it doesn't really change much.
Or maybe it does?
Everytime he fucks up, I have something knew to learn.
Like he did this or that and now I built another wall.
Oh he did something or something or something
Now, a new boundary becomes apparent.
I do like him, do not fail to understand.
But something about him...
Hmmm, I really can't fucking stand.
I hate him, I love him, I don't know how to feel.
What do you say or think when...
Your reflection is just above the sink.
And water is filling up.
I wonder what I would simply do if you came along.
Pondering, on how much you truly know about me.
Shut up. I really would hate to know.
I guess that's why I haven't really tried
Just watching you from the sides as I play sly.
Maybe... Just maybe if you change or decide to live another way
I'll decide to run inside of your life
Taking over that flithy but lovely mind.
My mirrors. My soul. The Man I dread.