Know I am Not Afraid To Be Weak

For so long I tried to pretend
my heart was made of stone
so I could be strong for you

But now you do not just talk
of others you've grown to love
you walk across my dreams

For I have learned to love you
for the part which cries at Milton
on the bus in the beauty of snow

The spark of mind which met mine
as we discussed philosophy and art
through the ether through the night

And when I said didn't want to sleep
with you who shapes essays in your sleep
you couldn't read between the lines

What's wrong's that this needs spelling out
I'm not a book cut and dried
you write my feelings with your own