I might be naïve,
But you’re here with me.
Fumbling in the dark for some sort of light.
Dark,
Then Bright.
And we never notice the transition.
I-Me-She—This Person.
This person that I am,
She looks life in the eye and makes sarcastic jokes in Its face.
You-He—That Person.
That person that you are in my mind,
Laughs and Lives and Feels,
Feels for ME.
And thinks that he can see through me.
And if I can’t possibly see all the layers,
How should I know if he’s right?
We acknowledge the dark side of humanity,
And I feel jaded and old and cynical.
You brush this dirt and dust off the artifact I feel and find my frozen brittleness.
Obsidian.
Dark as night, and fragile as our breaths intermingling.
Naïve.
Am I-Me—This Girl?
Like she was slapped--
Her face burns with shame and confusion.
Open mouth to respond,
And heart plummets down to table:
Raw and Red and Bleeding,
Beating a primal beat,
On a primal drum.
Telling a primal instinct,
A feeling.
Because we’re not looking at the whole picture
It’s not about the Depths or the Highs,
The Pain or the Pleasure,
It’s about Balance.
Everything is about Balance
Even I want Balance.
I want you to kiss me so hard I taste my own bitten lip.
And I want you to hold me so softly that I feel I must be the most sought after thought the world ever let live.
I want to tear our clothes off,
And I want us to put on the thickest covers of night.
I want to wrap my limbs around you,
And burst to a pinpoint of the most brilliant light.
I want this all at the exact same time.
And I want every mutually exclusive thing in life...
it's about Balance.
And when I’m weighted and burdened and sprawled in the dirt you return this.
And when I’m jumping off of cliffs and flying through the sky you pull me down safely.
Even I want Balance.
No longer Obsidian,
But Polished Crystal.
Pure and clear and Finished.
And,
Oh GOD...
I want You-I-Me-We—
One.