I couldn't wrap my open head
around all the crooked things you said,
it never failed to impress me
how I could dress myself out of depression
and we passed the days holding up white flags.
your face was a map of the world,
and they wanted to throw you away like the days we carelessly tossed to the wind
along with our hope,
and this is a tightrope
so I'm asking you to walk with me.
you don't understand my fear of heights,
or why I call your heart my home.
just like I don't understand why you stay home Friday nights, watching Seinfeld alone.
you were a lesson to be learned,
a bridge to be burned.
A force not to be reckoned with but God knows I tried despite the danger.
Love was nothing more than a gentle peck from a kind and curious stranger.