If I could be there for you,
Tell me, what would that do?
Like a mother who calls once and you know
Twice? You’ve messed up
So tell me, if I could sit with you and comfort you
Put my arm around you and reassure you
What would that mean to you?
Gravity is just pure insanity
The strength in its invisibility
The forever that surrounds us that we feel but can’t see
Forever wishing you could fly
But sitting comfortably in this lie of “fine”
And “it’ll be alright”
So you sit tight
So not disturb those that might want to help and make it right
But you know they can’t
That ridiculous dance that never ends, starting over and over again
And assurances. Assurances. So many assurances. And reassurances.
High pitched tones and exaggerated laughter
And eyes like 8-balls staring back at you from the door
Waiting and wanting you like a lover wishing to hold you beyond erotic pleasure
Wanting to be a part of you forever
Placing life and limb on the line for “fine”
And like a weakened soul in love
Who are you to say no?
© PC, 2018