segunda-feira, 29 de junho de 2026

If you knew me

 If I shake out these sheets
Wash them for drying in tomorrow's sun
Will you forgive me
Will you love me but not need me

If I sweep the floor 
and get every speck
Will you notice
And then let emptiness come on

The one I've known without you
The one who spoke to me when the world was unknown to me
I didn't prefer that world at all
I'd prefer to be loved

Out of anyone's repertoire
Unseen in their eyes
So living is subtle sleep
only waking for the bothersome, the curious

If I paint these walls
Polish these windows
Will you see me clearly
What I really am

Or will I linger the way you imagined
Not really the man I truly exist as
Just a collage of what you picked out
And stuck on me inside your mind

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