Thursday, April 2, 2009
You Know Me Better Than I Know Myself
You know me better than I know myself,
My tics, my fears, my less affected moments.
You hum me like some warm and reassuring tune
I don't always recognize from the opening notes.
And even though I have spent years inside this skin,
You know its bruise and blush better than I ever will.
You wear me like some torn tee-shirt I won't give up,
Well aware of the soft, the sweat, the stain, the security.
But beware my love for I am not always who you think,
To know me is to not always love me, but somehow you do,
For you know me better than I know myself,
For better, for worse and, for all I know, for myself.