You don't stay out of my shadow a mirage dancing in moonlight, translucent locks and hazy eyes breathe life. I go to lean into you, and you're not there.
My oldest friend, I shouldn't think anymore I see that same look in your eyes reflected back that same child who'd been locked out only to peer in, too petrified to speak.
I've survived with it-- the hesitation to go back in. Is this something that can be severed? I feel its phantom limb when I kiss my wrist thinking it's your lips.
You, the creation of a heart-broken child stitched with a gentler hand only words of love and breathless laughter sewn patched up with whispers in the night weaved in all the conversations I wanted to have.
You don't ask more than what I can give, you're just here with me there's no hatred or mistakes no need to go back out again.
It's Pygmalion's curse dipping your toes back in reality only to be dismissed again and I'm back in your arms.
Tell me sweet nothings I don't deserve let my mind wander in a lucid dream while my stomach grows a bitter pit because you're a haven, I never leave.