In Other Words
He spoke to me in Rumi,
In Dickinson I replied
And though we said it all out loud
there was so much we still denied
And I know it's cruel to keep him
when he wants so much to stay
But I'm sure I'd be lost without him
even though it hurts to live this way
He heard me in his Hooverphonic
I felt him in Liz Phair
Even though neither of us admitted
the feelings that were there
We tried to cover it up
and we tried to play it down
but we'd peeked between our fingers
and we knew where we were bound
Then he said it with The Cure
and with Suzanne Vega I refuted
Messages mixed on mixed CDs
and reservations fast denuded
The love songs lived it for us
flat clichés seemed to come alive
Though we alluded to brakes and caution
we pushed full throttle into overdrive,
Today he gives me Jimmy Eat World
In reply to my Third Eye Blind
reminding me his world is cold now
after the heat we once refined
And he writes it down in verse
And I pour it out in rhyme
Both pining for that happy ending,
to follow once-upon-a-time...
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