Time Warp

not to sound like a s**t, or anything

but I want to crawl, hand in hand, into my cave

of a bed with you. Deep into the endless depths of

my covers, where we can stay [together], hide out

until the rest of the world forgets [us].

 

I’d like to find our own time warp, where

we can stay, huddled together, ignoring

anything anyone else has to say about

our choices, our decisions. Everything

will work out fine, we’ll pack up,

head out and follow our shadows

till they blend into the one being

our souls have already started.

 

 

 

 

And all night, I kept a question on my

lips, something crazy and concerning every

one else. Something I’m sure you wouldn’t

worry about. But I do. And that’s the worst part.

 

What are we, when

we’re around other

 people who will

                talk

                gossip

                make assumptions

                accusations

                and question?

Around people other

than late night IHOP

goers. Who are we

to each other

then?

 

I am sure you’ll ignore them.

Or make a scene for them.

Something. But I just want to know.

Because

                                If I can know “what” we

                                are to them, then I can tell

                                my heart your answer so it

                                can act accordingly.

 

Because

My dear boy, you side swiped me here.

Caught me off guard and now I’m

stumbling to get a hold on something.

And when we wonder these late nights,

clinging to each other and smiling

at the closeness of our shadows.

I can forget that there is an outside

world... I forget my panic attacks.

Forget the impending doom of my

car bill. Forget fights with my mother.

Forget everything, other than

how much sense having your arm

around me makes.

 

 

 

I will not be another

                “you’re great,

                lets just keep whatever “this”

                is to ourselves.

 No need to tell whoever else

                                [my girlfriend

                                our friends

                                the world]

                           about it.”

I am not doing that again.

And I hate how, part of my heart

screams in your defense. Yells

and thrashes saying you wouldn’t.

 

But how do I know?

I am left a little in the dark here dear.

I want...

                something.

I’m starving for

                something.

I don’t even know anymore.

 

So, I’ve deciding.

We’re going to find that time warp.

Stay there..

                and ignore all this

                s**t

                that dealing with the

rest of the world brings up.

 

 

 

 

[I want that engulfing feeling

of contentment back.

not this nervous worry

that I’m breathing in. ]

Reviews

[kaycee]

God, it's like you're describing my thoughts. You even got the late night IHOP reference... I hate that awful limbo when you don't know what you are to another person.
Thanks for sharing.