thanks to the basketful of maybe's
when we were one
it would seem
i'd be well equipped to deal
with the next one's indecisiveness
i smiled .
i found it funny
that I made all the sense to him in the beginning
i've blinded him
with all that is wrong with me .
i thought you saw me , i thought you knew .
i've dipped in and out
the mountains i thought i moved took back their strength
and in the taking,
cracked open the ground
leaving me off-balance than before
yes, i should've fought back but
i stay dipping in and out
there's no such thing as control
no such thing as handled
a loose grip
had me falling through the cracks
and as i fell onto hard times
the darkness welcomed me
so i stayed
. . .
i dip in and out
i made a home of the 9th cloud
except the happiness i found leaked out
and spilt outside of the silver linings
i sat and watched him
to lift the heavy pieces of me
then try to break them up into smaller portions
but he couldn't
so i offered him my strength
as he does, he rejected it and swapped me with
"it's fine, i can handle it"
rubbing the tolerance onto his hands
"it's fine, i can handle you"
his pain? he thought he knew masculinity
The second time
was at a celebration of souls
where creesed-up eye lids were adorned
with laughter and teeth confettied all around
in the midst of the vibe
had my mouth open in accordance with the dance of laughter
when your scent found my tongue
through conversations, amplified throat vibrations
it took a while to savour you flavour
for me to feel
its you again. "
i tried to spit you out like I do with the rest of them
but I didn't.
you seeped into my conscious, strongheld my reasoning
and I still don't know who you are
what you are
how you are doing this
i'm just left blinded to everyone
and focused on feeling you
do you know nothing of obeying your roots
and not going wherever the wind blows
setting standards and restricting movements with the wind
to show just how bending
is more truthful
than breaking .