You smile like you are healing. But I see the careful way. You leave a space in every sentence, for a name you do not say. You make me feel so special, and I need no guarantee. But I wonder who you’re seeing, when you look at me. I don’t need a perfect answer. I don’t need a promise now. But I can’t be the open window, for a heart still looking out. When you look at me. Do you see the girl before you? Or the ghost of someone you still need? When you reach for me, is your heart finally open? Or still holding what she used to be? I don’t need forever yet, but want more than a memory. I need someone who writes tomorrow. When you look at me. You talk about tomorrow, like the past won’t follow you. But I can hear the echo, in the quiet things you do. I know she left you wounded, I know you still don’t understand. But I can’t be your story, If you’re still holding her hand. I don’t want to run from feeling. I don’t want to hide from this. But I’ve learned how hope can fool me, with the softness of a kiss. When you look at me, do you see the girl before you? Or the ghost of someone you still need? When you reach for me, is your heart finally open? Or still holding what she used to be? I don’t need forever yet, but want more than a memory. I need someone who writes tomorrow, when you look at me. I have had my heart mistaken, for a place someone could hide. I have been the almost-answer, to a question left behind. So don’t make me your tomorrow, if your past still holds the pen. I can’t be the page you turn to, just to turn away again. When you look at me, do you see the girl before you? Or the ghost of someone you still need? When you reach for me, is your heart finally open? Or still holding what she used to be? I don’t need forever yet, but want more than a memory. I need someone who writes tomorrow, when you look at me. When you look at me. Please see me. Not the shadow of what used to be. When you look at me, please see me.
