Mad at my friends, in love with the freedom.
Fallen deep into the eyes of a beautiful weirdo.
But maybe we’re strangers now? Maybe it’s equal?
The lust, the loathing… And now we’re at zero?
We dance two steps back, one inch forward.
My family calls but I can’t come over.
Too busy figuring out the difference between love and disorder.
Truth rains in drops but it feels like a shower.
-JW
Who am I really? Nothing but someone to hold when you’re having fun.
Nothing else than another man’s forbidden fantasy of the month.
They only want to keep me alive until life gets in the way, then they get lost.
Going back to their wives is easy once they’ve gotten what they needed the most.
Yet – I’m still unaware what they came out to get. Thrill? Peace?
A piece of me?
I’m not sure my arms can put a wandering mind at ease.
The only thing I’m certain about is that I can’t go another night lonely.
Can’t keep up the pretend that I’m alright, even after they told me:
To never let my feelings roam the streets, especially if they’re messing with people already taken…
If the house is abandoned and filled with ghosts, I might as well break in.
Right? Or am I dismantling a firecracker of moral dilemmas here by just asking –
Is love another way to tie somebody down or is it really everlasting?
-JW
Would it be so wrong if I grabbed your hand?
And if I did, where on my body would your arm land?
Would it make someone cry if you touched my lips
with your gaze for one more second?
I don’t mind at all if in your life I always come in as second.
Would I take it too far if I never looked away?
Your eyes were stuck on mine, and I wish that they could stay.
Would you still make me laugh if we weren’t just friends?
Would you like me without jewelry and playful pretends?
With every moment you’re bringing me up from the underwater.
I can’t wait to take the first breath, to not feel stuck.
Please pull me out. And do it faster.
Reach for me and take me out of the rut.
The space I’ve kept has been there for too long.
Please, squeeze my fingers three times, like in that song…
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Would it be so wrong?
Or did you fake it all along
And is it not me that you long
To pull close? Could be, I suppose.
But would that be so wrong?
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 