Me me.

Hold on, don't hold on.
Think, don't think.
Cry, don't cry.
Eat, don't eat
Or let it all just go in a beat.

Pour it all out
Don't make it jelly.
I won't call you out
It's too scary!

Let me hold that pillow
Close to my breast.
I'm not sure I get it
How everyone is so content!

I'm just this pathetic creature,
I don't want you to let me be.
I want you to shower me
With all the distractions you can find.

If not you, then find someone else.
A valet, a scribe, someone to cover for me.
Please find someone who can face my demons for me.
The disgusting tosh that I am.

You go and so do I.

We've been walking over the edge,
Edge of time itself!
We've been running into roads,
Roads that always take us elsewhere.
So, why is it that I always find you on the other edge,
Or find you walking down a parallel road?
We seem to be heading to things similar,
Or reaching out in the same direction.
Then, why is it so hard for me to see your roads and for you to see mine?
Am I blind enough to search on my path when you are so clearly on another?
Or am I so blinded by my own route, to see that we go together to the same thing?
Which is it, love? Because you take my silence as naivety and I take your tears to mean hurt.
And if I can't throw my path away to meet you in yours,
How shall we embrace each other's grace?
Or should we?