Typing to a rhythm

inspired by Amanda Palmer

You were like dangerous words I'd scribble on the corners of my life
Like beauty, change, desire at first, later, passion, anger and despair
And I was the shallow stream lost in the woods,
     trickling away without a sound.
See, I'm not the persistent type nor a confrontational one
I couldn't scream at passers by, not even stop and glare at the world
It would still all be well if I could just stop missing you instead
Or stop thinking about all the what-if's
What has passed has passed, we are what we are
And we'd be happier with people more like us.

But the same song keeps popping into my head
And I often have these dreams where we would talk
    and touch and be generally nice
Then I wake up tired and upset and everything is wrong with the world
Even though it's just another morning and it's all in my head
I know that because when I see you, you have these ugly socks
    or the wrong type of glasses and a shirt that doesn't fit
And I'm suddenly glad that we never had anything but a passing acquaintance
    not even a fling
Beauty wasted is such a terrible crime you should be ashamed
And you could be so beautiful indeed
    maybe it's all for the best
    maybe whatever happens happens for a reason like my mom always said
And whatever this reason I'm so very over it.

And just if you're wondering, the song is called' The Killing Type'
    and you don't even remind me of it...