I don't know if you take me for a fool or if you're just scared of the truth, but, you've been faulty with your fabrication.
You chose to step into a trajectory of the mess of me but disregarded the tools I use to build my foundation.
One brick at a time. And I'm inclined to start over on my mind's motivation.
You feed me the notions in a deep dish because you're aware my appetite is calibrated to devour.
My palette has tasted malice and it's the lessons learnt that allows me to note my powers.
The grass is green on this side; I've grown to appreciate. If you can't kick your heels off, peel off, and stay of my ******' flowers.
I know this is work. I know this is a trip. But when my partner assumes I'll be doing all the driving on this long journey I'll direct us to the precipice quick.
Take off on a cliff, find us on the ocean basin with the seat belts still clicked.
Drowning in the hindsight of our memories, debating whether we should've kept our plan of action more strict.
We opened ourselves up to so much, ironically that same night you cried in my clutch.
Embraced the distaste of putting the amount of trust in someone of such.
Felt relief when the truth of my emotions were accentuated by your touch.
I'm not saying I give up, I'm saying I've had enough.
Things change, so will we. I just hope it's for the positive.
I scrutinize every step before I decide which life to live.
Thought I found someone in you, hope the image still exists because there's lots I have to give.