We’re in such different places.
We’ve such different views.
You don’t even know
The length of my fuse.
I know where you’re shallow.
I can guess why you’re cold.
You can’t relate
To the things that I hold.
And so, here we are.
An odd-couple at best.
I’m walking on egg shells
With things on my chest.
I won’t turn to you
To speak my mind.
The question is…
Should I leave you behind?
Or, accept it, as is,
Though I don’t feel free.
Why would I stay,
If I can’t be me?
NOT FOR RANT 