"here i go scream my lungs out and try to get to you"

melodies drifting through and over me
bringing back memories
both old and new
both bitter and sweet
of laughter and sadness
of confusion and doubt
of certainty and affection
taking hold of that part of me
that part of me
which i wanted buried and left alone.
a string that's been broken
can't be reconnected again.
a paper that has been crumpled
can't be made smooth again.

no idea of where you are
no idea of where you're going
no idea of what you're going to be.
my only idea is that i'm still so
irrevocable & irrepresibly drawn to you.

patience is a virtue, i tell myself
i will wait till im worn out
till im so broken you cant even pick up the pieces
but
hopefully it wont come to that
i may be helpless but i am still hopeful.