My Bipolar Journal - Episode 38

My Bipolar Journal – Episode 38

January 30, 2007

I don’t want to be second to anything

But I’d never want to be first

I wouldn’t take any of it away from you

Or try to ruin what its worth

I don’t need you

Or you and you alone

Doesn’t mean I don’t want it

Or to call you my own

This phone call means
As much as your kiss
Those few little words
That seem meaningless
Mean more to me
Or just as much
As the first time
That we touched

I won’t dream of anything

More than I have now

Reality has found a way

To surpass my dreams somehow

Saying I love you

Doesn’t mean enough

Not saying anything

Can say so much

This phone call means
As much as your kiss
Those few little words
That seem meaningless
Mean more to me
Or just as much
As the first time
That we touched

We could pretend

That we aren’t who we are

Then we never

Would have come this far

I’m not asking for forever

Or for you to pay the price

I’d do it all again

Hell, I’d do it twice

This phone call means
As much as your kiss
Those few little words
That seem meaningless
Mean more to me
Or just as much
As the first time
That we touched