Bittersweet Company

Thank you for your honesty

Honestly, I'm sorry

That you think so little of the survival rate of our potential

I'm not trying to project your mental

I'm simply caught up in the sentimental

When it seems you're more haunted by the sentiment of the possible coming regret

The strongest weapon in your arsenal

Fear of falling

You'd rather trip us before the foghorn blows

Who knows what this is or even what it could be

But I'd let myself melt like puddy

In your hand

Time and time again

If I thought it would make you understand

That I am more than just your favorite in-betweens

Who knows we could be the best fit all around

You'd rather linger on your doubts so you won't even allow

Those thoughts to become a wrinkled furrow in your brow

Scared of the sound

When we tend to disagree

You keep me on the ground, and I just want to sweep you off your feet

As fleeting as the love may seem

Perhaps it's what has allowed us to not lose steam

Or lose the integrity

Of our beings

Inside the safety of never truly knowing

You felt I was being mean and condescending

I felt desperately like the only one who was defending 

That which you cannot comprehend as anything more than a fantasy

You've loved and lost twice as hard, that's tough

I'm not trying to convince you to trust me with your heart

Because what do I really know about this stuff

Anyway

Familiar with feeling like I'm simply not enough

To take a chance on or even let the idea marinate

Fear of drowning when we've barely begun to wade

Still, I feel a willingness to wait

For this passion trite affections couldn't satiate

For deeper feelings undefined by desires below the waist..

What a waste to bite your tongue when you've just barely had a taste

I'd wait a thousand lifetimes just to revel in your embrace

Compound the sanctity of our space

Unrestricted to the confines of a specific place

We could grow into these feelings and still remain safe..