I reach my hand out of the fast moving train to happily ever
after, for you to come along. You don’t grab it cause the life you know is
better than the life you don’t. I was born to move and I have to stay free, I was
hoping you could be free with me. Perhaps this journey is one of solitude. I meet
many people along the way, their bodies covered with life scars. Their face
aged 20 years ahead of time and they say “I wish I knew then, what I know now”
and the tides of freedom wash them away.
I’ve loved you for all of my life; my heart is too big for my chest, my
eyes to wide for this world. I was born with a great destiny to fill, I can
help that my tears set your bed of fire (sorry), or that I can capture your
thoughts and make them my own, I can’t help that on my most normal day I am
still the cousin of ET. And I can help that I am the last of my kind. I walk
this planet trying to grasp on to anything that would make me feel at home so I
reach for you. The holy books it says “Be ye not unequally yoked” I don’t
understand these words Cause the other part of me would float on clouds, turn
rock into sand, jump in and out of time, and have love affairs parallel dimensions. But I am the last of my kind and that does
not ally to me, so I reach for you, the mortal that’s makes my heart skip a
beat, but you are a mirage and when we embrace you pass right through me. This
is a catch 22; I am so in love with me, but I can’t stop loving you. I have
created you over and over because my world feels better with you in it. You are
of this world and I am not so I watch to you love another, over and over again.
Your face may change but that walk down
the aisle to Normal is always the same. One of these days I will stop creating
you, but for now I watch my tears burn holes in my duvet, and I will try to
enjoy paradise alone.
