Two People

There's two people,
Who mean everything,
There's two people,
I don't want to lose.
One I see everyday,
I see him smile,
I hear his laugh,
I know his voice.
The others voice is less familiar,
But I could pick it out in any crowd.
His face I only see from far away,
His laugh is always fake.
One is comfortable,
And safe.
The other is exciting,
And passionate.
One is always gone,
One is always near.
I'm hopeless,
Helpless,
Dead without one.
I'm joking,
Laughing,
Alive with the other.
My mind makes up situations,
Moments and minutes,
That would make beautiful stories,
If they were real,
With one.
My mind makes up passionate rendevous,
Dark closets,
And rain of rooftops,
With the other.
Thinking of one,
Makes me feel whole,
It makes me smile,
It makes me full.
Thinking of the other,
It makes me sad,
But how can I leave,
Without what I need?
Tell me stories,
Of what can never be,
And I'll love them more,
Than the stories that could.
Tell me of a man,
Who sits alone all day,
Who questions himself,
And everyone else,
And I'll fall in love.
Tell me of a man,
Who protects all,
Who cares,
And who is everything,
And I'll know it's what I need.
But it's nothing to me.
It'll never be anything to me.
I'm just too me.