Fickle Spirals

Distant glow--

don't blow it out.

This flammable infatuation is

sanctified and dripping patience.

But patients wear thin

when false prescriptions

after false prescriptions

tarnish their beings and leave them bleeding.

Side effects kick in, to start,

and this heavy heart pounds without rhythm.

But you transpose my blood flow

with that distant glow and you send me

spinning and stumbling

down fickle spirals that twist and turn

with us intertwined between the lines,

but the lines split open

and spit out whole truths and half truths

and lies, in spite of that lack of lines.

Because lines divide us, but never truly.

Now I'm upside down, focused on the ground,

fighting gravity with everything in me.

But I'm losing this fight

'cause my only goal is my only enemy.

So let's follow the rules and be closer than friends,

ignore the bends and just trust me

in this.

You're what I'm fighting for and

you're worth some pain,

but if the strain is useless, tell me now, because until you do,

I'm not giving up.