These Words

Original Post: 11/20/08 at 11:40AM (Written on the train ride to the airport before leaving Japan)

Ever since that day
I've thought about you endlessly
Wishing I could press my hand
On the arm of your jacket

I never wanted to love you
But I couldn't stop myself
From wanting you here and now
To walk crowded streets with

These words that I tell you
Are not what I want to mean
I get frustrated and annoyed
When the right ones are ahead of me

What I mean to say...
Is that I wish you were him
That I didn't love and resent you
For reminding me of him