Love Song For No One

Dear Love,

It's been seven days and I just came to the conclusion I can't continue on like this, alone, without you, beside myself with angst, suppressing thoughts of indignation and denial and movie quality sadness.  To put it quite simply, I need you.  I need an extra set of hands to chop onions for dinner and dab at tears as they roll down my cheeks in the process.  I need big toes to balance out my small ones, to keep me on mine, to always go with me wherever I am taken by them.  I need someone to balance my teetering emotional totter, a soothing voice in my moments of rage and an angry voice for when I've misplaced mine (it's true, I am too forgiving).  I need fingertips to trace the outline of my face against the pillowcase to wake me up, a sideways smirk when you realize how unhappy I am that you've woken me up at five a.m. again.  I need somebody to say pretty nice things to me, to turn up the edges of my lips when that is the last thing I want to do, somebody to forgo their own warmth to hold my hands in theirs.  I need somebody to confide in, to trust, to be a constant unworried source of attention and annoyance and laughter and forgiveness and solidarity and confusion and love.  And love, yes I said it, and love.  I know how you hate that word, that one morning at the old apartment when it slipped from between my teeth and you clamped your hand over my lips and asked me what I just said, in the most rhetorical way possible.  I love you, I love you I love you I love you i love you i love you ilove you i loveyou iloveyou iloveyou and I've stopped worrying about how that makes you feel and what unhappy emotions that stirs in your stomach because of lies of former loves.  I love you and I always have.  Please come home to me, seven days is far too long to live without love.

Love,
Your Dear


Soundtrack:
John Mayer - Heartbreak Warfare