I have responsibilities and chores to do
but my mind keeps bringing me back to you
like the ocean always returning to the shore.
You come over and lie in my bed,
vulnerable only when you choose.
Experience has taught you, you cannot be kept safe
under anyone’s care but your own.
You leave before the Midnight Moon or I can tuck you in.
I have a tendency to run from arms that are stretched open
for me. A tendency to think when people take
an interest in me, they only mean to pry me open with an oyster knife and leave
me empty. Your past has taught you that anyone can leave if they want to try.
So you don’t pry and you don’t ask why, but you always stay
Yet still, we keep each other at an oar’s length distance,
afraid that our pasts will crash against our lifeboats once more.
Topaz worries and indigo insecurities make me heavy and drag me down to drown.
Sand isn’t stable ground to rely on, but even concrete can crack.
We all have flaws and if you think too long, all you will notice is what we lack.
I don’t know much, but I know I want to go swimming with you.