
What are you thinking, why are you turning into someone I can rely on?
And why are you coming closer when I still have the past on replay
Without a shoulder to cry on?
Not sure how it started but I’m re-reading yesterdays’ words all morning.
This one time you called me enchanting and I wondered
Whether it meant that you’re falling.
Am I growing into a person I once despised because I’m out of options?
Will I push you away, far behind the swinging plywood walls,
Or will I pretend to be less noxious?
So what do you have in store for me, why should I follow?
Before the night fades into mush,
You’re taking my mind down a crisp, cold hollow.
And I don’t know the way back, I don’t see an easy exit.
The way you take me down the path seems steady.
I wish for the strength not to hex it.
-JW