it isn't as soft as you would imagine
the pull of fabric, the simple hums
yet it does separate me from
the fantasy
the fantasy is always deep
repeatedly warm, protective against the open room
it keeps me together, even when
you don't
you don't always see
when I hide in the pillows, I promise to stay
I regularly wonder, would you do
the same
the same rocks pour from your mouth
a bitter shot of memory and hard places
I swear once I caught a glimpse of
the better you
the better you exists in my hands
when I run them through your hair
nuzzle down.down.down.downright hard to get
up again
up again at the crack of dawn
I know you work hard for your bills
just remember the cup
won't lie
won't lie?
I wouldn't say that, have you ever...
strangely I trust you, even when it seems
I shouldn't
I shouldn't doubt your hand in mine
yet it's much too disappointing
when I reach for some assurance and you
fall short
fall short of the finish line and
nothing really happens, you just go home
of course you gave it your
best shot
best shot, neat knot, limp plot
barely caught, never taught, simply thought
surely ought, fully wrought, sadly got
dizzy pot
dizzy pot I will one day know
how to stand up to you and
what it is and what
it isn't
it isn't as soft as you would imagine
the pull of fabric, the simple hums
yet it does separate me from
the fantasy