I will always guide myself with my own hand
to understand you,
but I will never let myself go far too long
to try and be you.
Demand you will not and to beg I don’t intend.
Shoot the shame with a gun and let the smoke
fly around your beautiful face.
Letting the bullet go as we forget the farce.
Remembering your smile and how you would
bury your head in my chest as you shed
tears of guilt.
Sipping wine alone is what I needed,
as you got your shattered glass
swept up by a man you call,
friend.