It's time to face fate. It's time to race, wait. Wait. Wait, wait. I call it women's intuition. Not an innuendo when I say I'm in you, itching
In you wishing, in you wishing, wishing. Wishing that my intentions were as innocent as two kids kissing by the swingset
Swing, swing, swings set us flying. We pretended to be rockets, lift off. Pretended to be rockets. See we forgot about the separation. Pieces falling like debris, briefly we kept it together. Together, together, Houston we have lift off. "I need some space" Space, space, space. Wasn't that the idea? I gave you space. I gave you stars, planets, and even galaxies. But I couldn't give you the vast emptiness. The black holes, the alienation. Give, give, what I would give to take it all back. Back when the blacktop was the launchpad. Back, back, BACK to building block houses and trying not to step on the pieces. Pieces of debris. Pieces like you and me. You and me. You. And me. See, see, see, see we forgot. We forgot about the separation
Just like debris, we landed on two different planes of existence, ones where we forgot the other even existed. We pretended not to notice. Notice. Pick up the debris off you and me, see we grabbed blocks to build a wall and separate us. Space. Space, I need some space, wait. Wait, wait. It's you and me racing against fate, wishing. Wishing that it could be simple again. That we could be rockets, that we could have some space to grow. Grow together. Wishing that we, WE could grow together.
I have been trying to write more in the hopes it would make things different. Maybe I'll feel better.