The Fraud (Anything)

I’m stilling fighting.
This time with myself instead of
for your guarded heart and chain link mind.
I wish it was real.
I wish I could send this way I feel away,
not have every thought echo in my head.
What if we were all that mattered?
Sometimes I would let my words settle
to sift through later,
and they were all that mattered because
when it came down to it we were all talk.
And even so, I wanted to be perfect for you.
I wish you didn’t still haunt my stars at night,
or maybe that I haunted yours.
Nobody said it would be easy, but
it’s supposed to be worth the war
and I fought damn hard just to end up
back where I started,
when all the while we could have been in love.