urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_supermodel_ _supermodel_ _supermodel_ 2005-07-20T09:25:24Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_supermodel_:300 2005-07-20T09:25:24Z 2005-07-20T09:25:24Z Insecurity<br /><br />you don't call<br />I check again<br />I become uneasy--<br /> is this a frame?<br />Suddenly I'm not so sure<br />I check my sources<br />each conversation becomes a crumb<br />how easily I'm led<br />how stupid I've been<br />to believe<br />you could be<br />loving me<br />you who can not be seduced<br />by anything other than<br />the temperance<br />of need<br /> each one facilitating the next<br />and suddenly I see my place<br />the phone rings<br />you say hello<br />but I don't believe you<br /><br /><br /><br />What I Wanted<br /><br />I guess what I wanted was to hear<br />you'd stay with me always.<br />I guess what I wanted was to see<br />those hands vowing never to leave my own.<br />I guess what I wanted to know was<br />I am not loving in vain.<br /><br /><br /><br />I am not from here<br /><br />I am not from here,<br />my hair smells of the wind<br />and is full of constellations,<br />and I move about this world <br />with a healthy disbelief.<br />And I approach my days and my work <br />with vaporous consequence<br />a touch that is translucent,<br />but can violate stone.<br /><br /><br /><br />"Maybe I could have loved you better. Maybe you should have loved me more. Maybe our hearts were just next in line. Maybe everything breaks sometime."