I Needed You

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This kind of desperate inspiration

is like fingernails scraping

the walls of my empty room.

The last time I left

you were right there, right

where you’re supposed to be

& then you were walking away,

you didn’t see me put my hand

against the window to wave goodbye.

I figure this much:

Tonight I owe you something

I can’t put down on a page

For kissing the tears right out of my eyes.

You’d be amazed at

how easy it is for me

to get over the things that hurt

when you put your arms around me.

Baby, your name lives on my lips

You’re the kind of think I thought

I could only dream about.

But imagination got the best of me.

I always thought I wanted something real

When in fact I wanted something true.

I needed you.

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