you know.

What would make me feel best will make me feel worst. I cannot lie in bed alone and listen to my favourite blues record, because I've listened with you. It will only make me cry. Maybe that's what I need though. I just want to lie inside the sound and become a part of it without having to remember you being a part of it too. I want you to be a part of it, but you refuse. You have someone else to attend to now. She will not tolerate you being a part of my life, my world, my music. She will not tolerate me loving you like I do, like I can't help doing. You are the worst choice and the best. You will not answer me. All I want is to know that you have listened; to know that you know.