I'm not gullible, you know.
I know second chances
are just excuses.
I know I have to stop counting the stars for those
who wouldn't even stay up to see them glow.
I know.

I can't keep breaking myself to fit their template,
to make them feel perfect.
I know I need to start burning bridges
with the match that has always stayed unlit through my temperance.
I know.

I need to stop looking through rose-colored lenses.
I always hoped that when I took them off,
nothing would change.

But maybe it's good that
I finally see what has really been in front of me.

Beautiful sea breeze
How quickly you become a storm
You’re built of resilience
You bring with you an entourage
Of silver lining and moon tides
Sailor’s boats and lighthouse guides

Yet you still shy away from burning bridges
That monsters love to cross

Scientology chick asked me once,
"what are you doing about it?"
I looked aghast, I guess and asked,
"What does that mean?"
She didn't say she didn't know, but
I suspected.

She said nothing.

She told me it was the right thing to do
I trust her
She wouldn't lie to me
She's the only one who understands me
She would never try to hurt me
I guess I will participate
She's so perfect
In my eyes

God, I'm so gullible...

You follow light with willing desire
With no fear
No worries
Why
~~~
A silly mouse
A confused cat
You follow without question
You trust in something
with blind eyes
Why
~~~
Desperate are you
Lost
Confused
In need

I cry and worry in your stead
Wait
For a sign of safety
But none

HE SEEMED LIKE HE WAS PRETTY COOL.
CHIPPED GLASSES AND EASY GOING.
I WAS A FOOL.

Grant it
You stepped in
through a crack
like an assassin.

And yes
your prying eye
did establish how far
you could reach
inside.

Little did you know
Though
that the lady you made out of me
can see in the dark.

"Gullible"
"Bully"
"Risky"
"Courageous"

Red flags you waved before me
for your colourful entertainment
Pillars for my temple
And swords for my angels.