Can I Just...?

The following is poem I wrote tonight. It's still rough around the edges and I haven't decided what it means yet, but bits and pieces have been floating around the special place in my brain where primordial ooze of creative thought exists. 

I think it's a bit of a riddle posed by my brain to my heart or my heart to my brain. There's no saying, really.

Maybe you'll like it, but probably not.

Can I Just Love You From Over Here?

I love you, but you don't love me
I know you, but you can't know me
I can't know you but I love you anyway
Can I just love you from over here?
Can I just love you from over here?


I'm a jumbley mess of hand-me down cares
Pasted with string, chewing gum, and tears
Together we could have made a rag-tag team
More friends than lovers, not lovers or friends
Perhaps just comrades fighting in the dark
Whatever we were, dear, you left a mark,
Dear, you left a mark


I can't be the same for what I'm not anymore
I can't sing a song that I've never learned
I can't go on being what I wasn't before
I can't go on changing for you who I never knew
Did you know, did you know, did you know me?
I never knew, I never knew, I never knew you.


I love you, but you don't love me
I know you, but you can't know me
I can't know you but I love you anyway
Can I just love you from over here?
Can I just love you from over here?
Can I just love you from over here?
Or perhaps from over there?