why don't
you hold me
underwater, so
my lungs can burn more.
then raise me back up, so i
can breathe
that fragrance i
yearn for.
see, everytime
you try to spite me,
i can get
more clingy and you'd hate that.
want me to be
more cynical?
i can get real critical,
yeah, you'd hate that.
i can make crass remarks
sometimes too.
pick apart insecurities and make you
feel misunderstood.
like was your tight
embrace ever really
good enough?
did you think
the rose petals
scattered across our
front yard
we're blown
away by some wind?
everytime you want
to touch me,
i can make excuses
and shut you down.
and everytime you
get me flustered,
i can turn these tables,
make you do what
i want.
see, i can get just
as twisted too.
fake an image, just like
you.
be sickly sweet, have you on your kness,
then be cold as ice thereafter.
