| Untitled September 9, 2000 |
| Deep wound in my chest Compounding my achingness Yet I know it is not so much him That makes me empty But the loss of hope The chance to make him smile He could make me happy And now I am alone I miss the elation The wonder of it all Not so much of him But of the feeling Of being needed and wanted Of wanting and needing someone For a brief moment Life was not about me anymore It was about us The person known as me No longer wants to be me I want to be us I want to belong to a we |