here's to the new year

you don't know me,
but maybe that's not so bad,
because i seem to discover
on a daily basis,
that i even don't know me.

it's sad
because each kiss
is forming who i think i am.
but that girl i'm becoming
is not me.

i want to say 'i like you'
but i can't decide
if that's the truth,
or the girl that's not me,
lying to me.

the truth is:
i crave your attention.
yeah, it may make me someone
who i am not,

but at least it makes me someone.

p & l,
-b