I’m not the kind of girl you’re used to, I know
But I deserve love; just don’t know if you deserve all of me
I need to stop apologizing for choosing the wrong horse in this race
Though nothing beats the wind rushing by my ears, skin alive with touch
Obfuscating all those sweet nothings you whisper as I rush to the finish line
We have a four-eyed perspective right now
That refuses to allow for happenstance
I’ll keep looking for your face in every store window reflection
Your sugar kisses in every confection
You’ll keep looking for perfection in the bright eyes of others in far-away places
because it will be okay to tilt those faces
and place your firm hands on their arms
somewhere an alarm will warn me, mine not mine
But I’ll still let you go to see if you keep holding on to me
Your face is fading already as you board that plane, life in your hands
Time will pass indifferently for the next months and we’ll swear there was something more
The intangible, the unwinnable push and pull of would-be love.
Somewhere in Between 