Please

Once upon a time,

I wanted everything,

And once I took the stage,

I thought I had been blessed.

I had to learn,

The hard way, as I often must,

That luck is a double-edged sword,

Dipped in kerosene.

So when the first cut rips you apart,

It can set you aflame,

And burn away,

Everything you loved about yourself.

Maybe I have what I wanted,

But I'm as empty as the space in my house.

I remember times when I was spilling over,

And crying with happiness.

Now I just cry.

The first song I ever sang,

Father and Son by Cat Stevens,

Fills the room,

And for a half-second I'm happy,

Until I realize you're thousands of miles away,

And you think I don't need you,

To tell me that I'm doing okay.

I wish I could haunt you as you haunt me,

Like howling dogs too far away to hear,

Waiting for a man that will never come home,

Because luck and fame and beauty killed him.

Despite this, I still need you.

And if not need, then I want you.

I stand on my mountain of dreams,

Above nights walking wires and pulling teeth,

And the only thing I feel anymore is,

An incessant tugging at my seams,

That leaves me wide awake,

Where my dreams can't save me.

I'm tired.

I don't want to chase headlights anymore,

It's made me bleak and grey and unyielding.

But my heart still softens to your name,

So please, I need someone like you,

To give me something for this pain.