Your Man

Did it mean anything? Your eyes on me, trickling down Late night, your voice the only sound I pray on over, I'd be your anything Anything at all, but still I couldn't I let you down Ill be your quiet after noise, your almost-choice, your borrowed joy. your distraction dressed as fate, your maybe, not your talk-too-late, your alibi, your in-between, your beautifully unfinished date. Could I mean anything? Your warm embrace, things I'm not allowed to chase. I pray on over, to be your man but man enough, I hardly am Anything at all, but still not that I’ll be your mirror late at night, that asks you wrong but answers right, your practiced smile, hug too tight. I could try and be your man, if it isn't wrong. I'd be your fan in the heat like a saviors song. I know we were perfect in another life, I'll be your perfect if you let me try Did it all mean something? Maybe it meant I wasn’t numb. Maybe it meant love is never dumb. Even wanting more than your own some.