And I am the knight in shining armour
and he is the damsel in distress.
I can't let myself rest until he is safe, but
it does not help my case that he seems to think
the dragon is his friend, and I only
pretend when I say that I Love Him.

Because being far away from someone is harder
than any bard will ever make out, it feels so empty to think
that if you shout the hardest you can, they
still cannot hear you, and
even if you ran it'd be too far to do in
a day.
So, instead, you just have to stay your palace
and pray, as
you watch them
dance in flames.

You can't rearrange their head, so it tortures you
when they wish themselves dead, because you cannot soothe them, and that is all your fault, and your brain dips
a tendril into the vault of the memories of sins,
it reaches out to within, just to give it a stir,
You feel your edges blur, because if you can't keep them
alive
then what good are you?

You're only a one, if your one adds up to two
Stew quietly
You must find a way to stay strong and quietly long
for reprieve,
You find yourself feeling relieved when you make
it to the end of the day without having to debate with
them whether or not they should stay, or
pass over.

Make wishes on four leaf clovers
and wonder, did I make his life this?
Blaming every kiss you might have done
wrong. Longing for reassurance that
never comes
This is your fault
His words echo your thoughts
This is your fault

It's hard not to feel tired.

When it's a game if you can make it to the next week
A gamble of letting someone see you weep
or holding it in again to possibly explode out.
The battle of trying to tell yourself
That it isn't weak for wanting shout at them to phone
and moan down the phone in person
So that you don't think there's a chance
a possible
a haunting of the
idea that the word 'silence' means you
should start grieving

At least on the phone you can hear them breathing.

Today it's a battle,
Tomorrow there'll be more.