do you want to be invincible?

i want to turn my skin to diamond
so the only thing that can hurt me
is myself.

i want to become adamantium
so i can walk through the fire
and pull you out.

i want to be bulletproof,
laugh at those who would challenge me
with weapons.

but at the same time -
i want to be as fragile as a flower
so i can be touched by the sun.

i want to bend with you
instead of standing, unflinching,
in the face of love.

i want to feel pain and sorrow and heartbreak
because then i'll remember how we laughed
and push the rest from my mind.

do you want to be invincible?
*why don't you ask achilles?

sorry about the blood on my hands
i swear it's not yours

i've spent 6 months
observing you with her.
i've come to this conclusion:
yeah, you talk nice,
painting pictures in the air,
but you are just that -
air.

you are just that -
insubstantial.

white knuckles and screaming
over rickety wood supports,
the rush of air in my face
trying to pull my glasses away -

adrenaline does funny things.
i see the world in black-and-white
without any splotch of gray.

adrenaline does funny things.
people i haven't talked to in years
are suddenly laughing next to me
as we spiral through loop two.

adrenaline does funny things.
it shrouds memory in a golden glow
so that you forget the terror
until you get back on again.