Almost Yours.

I will try to be happy,
but you're so far away,
and tonight I will listen to your voice over and over and over and over and over again.

And I will read every single letter and think about how I should be telling you how I feel instead of listening to The Smiths and crying and wondering if anything's possible anymore.
But I won't, at least not right now.
Maybe I will someday,
but it's too embarassing,
to scary,
to cliché,
and far too real.

I don't like you being so far away,
but I don't like you getting too close either,
come home so I know you're safe.

I will go to sleep now, rocking back and forth singing to myself.

it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better it gets better