I had the dream once

Of all I would have been

If I'd been loved first

Just only might have been

I'd have been so generous

And so much less mean

About your chosen one

It might have been me



But



All the mail left in the hallway

All the photographs you never took

All the gifts you never wanted

Nothing cures that

All the ways you showed forgiving

All the times I'd wished'd been me

All this hero's love I've wasted

Nothing cures that



To the memory

Of love

I write this letter down

Remember me

You should see me

The way I see myself

There's so much there to love

You'd not know me....



But



All the games I've played around you

All the tiny tests I've set

All the secrets that I've shown too easily

Nothing cures that

All the songs for which I couldn't care less

All the nights I should have said no

All the the things I should have hidden

Nothing cures that,..



Is there a last one

One last night with all the sad songs

On repeat

Just the sad ones.