Not in my hands.......

I imagine what life would really be like if I dint knew you, and you dint know me
I think the more you get to know me, the more reason I give you to recoil at what comes to your mind.
You don’t want to intimately know me, and I don’t want you to know me either;
I stay away, and yet I can’t resist the dynamics that bring me close to you in my mind.

I loved what you had become in my own simple, naive way, and the more I loved you, the more I hated myself for being so weak for loving you.
What went on between us? I do not know.
You were a continuous storm within my mind, and you never let me go to sleep at night without music in my heart; yet I don’t know who or what you are, or why you haunt me like you do.

I know you didn’t mean to seduce me, but fate has pulled me under with the tide, and though I fought, I could not escape its grasp.
I want you to know you are worth one thousand lives of my own, whoever, and wherever you are in the peaceful chaos of the cosmos.

Some of us fall between the cracks—that’s me.
Some of us fill them in—that’s you.