I see you down there, working so hard
I see with my eyes that watch
Everything.
I know where you would rather be.
You'd like to be in your bed dreaming,
Peacefully, painlessly.
You can't be though; that's where I am.
There's only room for one.
Rest assured though, I'll be dreaming of you all the while.

He's crafted from butterfly wings, so soft and delicate,
A vibrant display of blues, oranges, and golds.
While I gaze upon his beauty with a kind of humble admiration,
I can't help but wonder if I could, oh so slyly,
Yet violently,
Rip the colorful bits and pieces off
And assemble, however I'd like,
A collage of my own, a selfish project,
Another step closer to the finished product.

It's hollow, mechanical,
Begging for some kind of miracle
To bring it to life
Before its repetitive, monotonous motions
Bring death to what we have,
To everything we're creating.

Seeing past my pettiness,
I can realize true friendship.
Now that I am able to step back
From the burning itch to satisfy
All of my selfish desires,
I can approach you, selflessly,
Not as a hidden enemy.
I am so proud of what we have;
It is not the bond between lovers.
It is the common understanding between us,
The care and compassion,
With no need for physical compensation.
A beautiful, often underestimated kind of union.

Her appetite is endless,
As she eats your insides, licking her fingers,
Smiling cooly, calmly,
A nightmare forever committed to your mind.

Always have to secure control over something.
Just one thing is all it takes.
Maybe it's your routine, maybe it's your weight.
Maybe it's another person who can never seem to catch a break
From you.

You know I'd never break your heart;
I love you too much.
Sometimes I can be difficult.
Sometimes I will make you feel
Like you need to be some kind of superhero.
But in reality, I appreciate you
For who you are, and that alone.