Keeping me as a dream,
Who am I, and who are you.
There is a carnival in the distance
Flashing with artificial light,
And I hate
that it attracts me, this fake fluorescence.
And still, the clowns are too merry to be real,
And you love me too much for me to love you back.
(at least not that way; you see,
the balance is too fine,
am too afraid of breaking it.)
The mirrors in the house are really warping
(I always thought it was a myth)
And I've become something I cannot recognize.
Too long, too fat, too wide and too blushing,
Something too entwined with you.
You remain a nightmare in this maze,
Only beautiful, and charming, and all the more a monster.
(though I mean no offense, really, only
to state the truth of the matter)
The time slips through the silver ring, and I find you looking at me
With those bright angel eyes,
And the moon behind in ghoulish testimony.
Reach over to pat my hand
And suddenly, I recoil.
My jumping back only leads you
To leap forward,
And I see the ravenous look in your eye,
And I am
Late-nights lead to idiosyncrasy.