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I could play at this for hours
trying to become an emotion-
trying to show affection
when I don't even know your name.
I could bleed like this 
and never wonder
why everything was fuzzy, slipping away.

One foot over the barricade
and I am free to jump from these heights
I am free to try and fly, 
or fall to whatever set of waiting arms
is willing to turn my mind, and my body
away from thoughts of you in vain.

Last one standing sits on the floor...
last one up cleans the mess-
holes in plaster and sun bleached walls
missing window-frame squares
from where pictures of you used to hang- 
fist into the pavement 
and I walk away with fewer bruises
on the outside than in.

I could play at being doting...
affectionate- I could love you first, 
I could love you last.
But only if you tell me your name, 
only if we can make believe
that this is the right fairy tale
and no one on the outside will 
ever turn the page.

last silhouette fades into the horizon
and my focus is blurred from the sun
glazing my world over with its hazy heat...
I wish I didn't have to go home alone...
I could play at being what you want-
I could live for being what you want...
but only if you can find a moment 
to tell me your name.