i wonder, i wonder, i wonder. i’m in a constant state of speculation. you, who acts so aloof and hides parts of you never to be seen. you, who longs for something more, who knows your life is meant for greater things. you, who comes and goes in my story, leaving me guessing where we are and who you are. you, who i miss deeply and greatly but can’t seem to connect with anymore. you, who i wonder where we would be if my life had gone any differently. you, a new face, who confided your pain in me, who i long to stand by. you, and you, and you.
i am left stained with imprints of you. how long will it be you, and me? for as long as you’ll let me. does how much i care show? have i become too overbearing? tell me your truths and i’ll reveal to you mine.
