How Could You Want Him (When You Know You Could Have Me)?

I love you, but you've just got to leave and not come back. Ever.	This is getting over you	What you call truth is a blur. What you call knowledge is a rusty memory. What you call trust is a hope, a loyalty which has gone untested.	My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
I have blinked. And the world has blinked. And we open our eyes to find each other alone.	July 5, 2011