your vibe is calm
your touch is soothing
your voice is tingles
your quips amusing
but is it real?
is it true?
is this a mask
is this you?
your occupation
my fascination
this situation
my damnation
this flirtation
my mental narration
pulls me deeper
and weaker
i just want to see her
but alas i do
i see her anew
because the veil is lifted
perspective has shifted
my wild wonderings
my silly supposings
were childish daydreams
pretended playthings
real life
is never
not ever
as clever
as the canvas we paint with our mind
your words are sullen
your thoughts are tortured
wrought with despair
is that really you
you over there
you’re actually flawed
you’re truly impaired
just like me
a sensation of empty
yet filled to the brim
with angst and anxiety
you reveal
your pure heart
piece by piecemeal
i see me reflected
yet i feel rejected
your gift to heal
cracks you in twain
your soul for my peace
my peace for your pain
i want to give it back
but i lost the receipt
i only have my musings
my hints on repeat
that i want to repay
the debt i imposed
upon your poor self
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i just want to help
each attempt
each pebble of care
each faulty effort
each time i swear
i meant to build you up
i meant to square things away
i meant to give you a boost
meant to uplift your day
but i’m mad
aren’t you?
too broken to repair
are you mad?
clear the air
lay it on me
say it to me
cuz i’m mad, too
