Limited Peripheral Vision
It’s a therapeutic journey
I didn’t wanna take right now
The shoe dropped
And now it's time to pull the knife out of my throat
And hear me scream for sympathy
The shoe dropped
And it created a ripple in time and space
So you can be here only when you wanna be
And I don't buy it, I never did
You're not reserved,
A restaurant table is
You just don't care to learn about me or engage like I deserve
And now it's time to pull the plug
Unless you're not brave enough to end this
It's about the time
To self incriminate for a lower sentence
But are you prepared to admit that you're broken in order to mend things?
Or will you shoot past skin and watch it burn the best part of me?
I couldn't get out of bed
My alarms a ticking time bomb aimed to make me lose my mind instead
My life meter is blinking
But I was too busy playing dead to pacify
And I was too busy crying to see myself in your eyes
Through a watery blur I saw a decades worth of let downs
And a hundred promises you were prepared to break
like glass at a jewish wedding
Now I’m welded beneath this bedding
Where you left me weak, weary, and waist deep
In my fire truck sheets
Don't threaten me with a lack of rest!
Like I needed another reason to undress
Hanging my head low,
Imitating the sly seduction of a rope
While the truth serum beckons me to confess,
Like I needed another reason to undress
But how is this all in my head when I can feel you on my finger tips?
Oh no
I’ve lost any reason to find you
Oh no
I’ve lost a good reason to go find you
You told me you’re not strong enough to fight this
You’re not a lightbulb
Find the energy to handle it
And then we’ll get back to this
Go ahead and worship your pride
Before I eat mine for the last time
Oh no
I’ve lost any reason to find you
Oh no
I’ve lost a genuine reason to reach out to you
To anyone else,
These are flashing alarms pointing to the nearest exit
But for me,
It’s only validation for a poisoned chalice infatuation
But am I just a fool for reliving it, knowing what it really is?
But how could this all be in my head
If I can feel you on my finger tips?
Copyright © Matthew Bailey | Year Posted 2023
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