There were moments of clarity amongst our madness.
Moments when you were caring and soft and kind.
Glimpses of somebody with a good heart and a steady mind -
glimpses of somebody I wanted to make mine.
Sometimes I found myself achingly in love with you -
curled up against your shoulder,
your black-flecked hair tickling my nose.
It was there and then that you'd tell me I was beautiful and crazy and all things good and wild,
a hand around my waist,
you'd kiss my forehead and smile.
But then you'd disappear inside your pretty little head and you wouldn't speak to me for days.
You were distant and cold in your own cruel little way.
I became just another fixture in your life,
like a painting on your wall.
Eventually,
I realized that you can't build a home inside a heart
only available on Tuesday nights after 9pm,
til Thursday midday
and then it's gone again...
for several glaringly silent days.
Moments when you were caring and soft and kind.
Glimpses of somebody with a good heart and a steady mind -
glimpses of somebody I wanted to make mine.
Sometimes I found myself achingly in love with you -
curled up against your shoulder,
your black-flecked hair tickling my nose.
It was there and then that you'd tell me I was beautiful and crazy and all things good and wild,
a hand around my waist,
you'd kiss my forehead and smile.
But then you'd disappear inside your pretty little head and you wouldn't speak to me for days.
You were distant and cold in your own cruel little way.
I became just another fixture in your life,
like a painting on your wall.
Eventually,
I realized that you can't build a home inside a heart
only available on Tuesday nights after 9pm,
til Thursday midday
and then it's gone again...
for several glaringly silent days.