I can’t figure you out.

You take the puzzles pieces from my hands and then you make them fit somehow

and you can re arrange my life and still make it work

the way you decorate my heart with your pretty thoughts you put into words

like a poet, you write our story like a song

you steer me in directions, and you never steer me wrong,

just when i thought the ground had fallen away from my feet

you show me that nothing in this life constitutes as defeat

—and i keep fighting, with these fists like iron now,

only because you kept me grounded, you showed me how

how to love with everything but never forget that nothing is ever what it appears to be, you took the blindfolds off of me, and let me see.

—You showed me there is no such thing as honesty.

you take the stories you are given and believe what you want to believe.

nobody’s perfect, but that includes your very own soul.

and the mistakes your fathers make will soon be your own.

—you can’t cure all the wrong that rains on this world

you reminded me just to keep going,

you’re a train going along, for miles and then back,

and sometimes we fall away from the tracks

but that doesn’t mean you can’t get back