Say it isn’t so,
say you haven’t figured me out,
you utter bastard,
you know all about me,
weaving through my wayward games,
to pin me down,
playfully pushing me out of my comfort cavern,
until I am uncomfortable with how comfortable I am with you.
You ask me if I want to live my life alive,
or if I’m happy playing dead.
I said something vague,
and your eyes hit the sky,
holding me so tight,
I worry I will meld with you,
We take our days,
like you used took your drugs,
it’s enough for me,
that you said I keep you clean,
meaning so much,
makes my wings itch,
but I am desperate to see a new face in the mirror,
one who doesn’t need to impress you,
one who has grown past my need to flee the scene,
when life gets too good.
This is the part where it’s different.
There will be days where it’s different.
Like, maybe life really is you make it,
and I’m stronger when weak for you.