Let me be

. . . . . .

I beg again - let me be free of you. 

Let me have a beating heart once more.

Leave the part of my mind that you've encamped within -- 

And let my sleep, oh sleep, be pitch hours in such a peace of nothingness - 

instead of vivid stories of us happier than, well - than you are with her tonight.

More lost than ever known, when every morning that I wake -- I remember all that's been. 

I remember that I love you.

And that we were just a whisp of air and promises buried under secrets,

Forgotten all entirely.

Yet still you look at me like I could save all the world -

-- and beg of me to be.

Still we know one another.
Every laugh -- immediately following, mourns for what it soothed.

No joy in waking hours found --- found my mind to be stone cold.

Because she wakes within your arms, - there are no chapters after that.

Let me be free of you now that all's been said. 

. . . . . .