Where do I start, standing naked on the floor?
I’ve found my life has direction now you’re here.
Don’t ever leave, I just don’t think I’d be the same.
How do you do it? With that easy smile and that curt laugh.
You stare out ahead of you in the early hours of the morning over a garden overgrown.
The thoughts you never share intrigue me to the point of obsession – I know you can’t stand it.
The version of me with you is ambitious and whimsical.
I’m creative, out of the box, lipstick and lace.
The version of me with you is in love and passionate about all life is.
Philanthropic, completely psycotic.
The version of me with you is vulnerable and manic, crazy, pathetic, obsessed and erratic.
This version 2.0 am I crazy?
And then you turn back and look at me and smile, your arms reach out and I’m all philosophical again.
The version of me with you.