the fondest memories

that I’ll always have of you

the moments that you’re looking away

all i can see is your back,

your arms in resignation

We’ve done this countless of times before

with you trying to be strong for both of us

you say i’m making it hard for you

can’t you just walk away, walk away?

you cradled in your hands

not knowing why, yet you understand.

close your eyes as i make a mess

love shouldn’t hurt(at all)like this

catching me is some sort of a hobby

like a vicious candied carousel,

that you can’t get out off

it makes you sick after a couple of rides

but you never get tired.