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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