Sorry to tell you,
but we are not one in the same.
Bloodily tied by our fully extended limbs,
we hold onto different blame.
Attached by cordial hellos
and torn apart by distance,
we should never have to try this hard to find consistence.
Although time has become just a number, and hurt has become my armour
I will never forget your choices.

How long will you be here?
How long until you're gone?
How long until I lose control?
How long will I be strong?
I need to know the truth,
My heart is a pounding cave.
How long will I be happy,
before I need to become brave?
Although sadness is my strong suit,
I pair it with a smile.
I know love is like a ticking clock,
happiness is just for a while.

Sometimes I forget that I am made of glass.
Thick shards of my piercing words digging into your beautiful fragility.
Careful now, I remind myself.
For as much as I can hurt,
If you leave, I will shatter.

I need to be led, say what's to be said, show me how to be as the answer I cant see.

Teach me how to learn, show me to discern or how can I expect to be the true reflection that I see.

I always try too hard to make everything I do look effortless, I am my own puppeteer, too scared to cut the strings incase I crumble to the floor heaped and pathetic.