overused metaphors I give
to you I gave to you but you
& I gave up before our chance
could be realized now I again
wish we could go back again

so many familiar things triggers
memories of us on my porch
in your room in my room not
touching you too afraid to
reach out across the space between

it’s the story of our lives isn’t it
this push & pull give & take
over & over & over & over
again I hold you in my arms as you
blink back tears & my heart moves

for you only you could bring me back
to this level holding your hand wishing
I could lay my lips across yours &
breathe in inhale exhale you but I
can’t move if you don’t move first

star-crossed every which way
why can’t you just be glad & be
how I wish you could be happy
but I won’t tell you what to be
can’t we pretend nothing’s changed here

hold me as I hold you to me
afraid that we’ll find nothing
except possibilities we could never
take the leaps of faith to realize
what we want is right in front of us

tell me I’m wrong because I tell myself
the same things all the time oh honey
I fall down & make my mistakes &
never quit running from myself
always the fool because in spite of me

somehow I always find a way back