Tangled, twisted, tempting
Concealed, undercover, covert
They are snakes slithering in shadows
They are thorny vines caressing my face
And stabbing my back
They change my wants and needs,
Completely hypnotizing my simple mind
No control
Contrasting, conflicting, controversial
Love and apathy or day and night
Simple annoyance becomes a glaring signal,
Unseen by all but the paranoid
Allies secretly plotting,
An old informant is compromised
How can I live when my senses lie?
How can you love him?
Stockholm Syndrome, shameless victim
You’re poor, pathetic Patty Hearst
So confidently incorrect,
So fiercely dependent.
Turning your back on such lies,
How can you live without emotion?
Embracing the suck,
How can you be yourself?
Treading carefully between the two,
Can you survive that tightrope?
Grin and bear it,
Can you stand to watch when you shatter like glass?
Out of all of the options,
It seems like my only choice is to be an acrobat,
I must learn a new lifestyle
Rather than duct tape my life together
When the other options fail
Though experience shows tightrope walking to be
Impossibly difficult
I know I must learn this skill
If I ever plan to love again
As this may happen sooner than I think,
I better learn quick.
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