Little Rectangles of Hope
It drips from your lips
Like some toxic saline solution
You always preferred for me to be the sweet one.
The unknown: the sun not yet risen, the butterfly still in his cocoon
I am suffocating from the words you will not say
Nervous and afraid, with those sweaty palms I love so much
Commitment was never really your style, no matter how painfully
I wish it was.
Worrying so strong, it becomes a tangible force
Quicksand, you laugh as you sink deeper within
I’ll play the role of the caretaker, you, the needy child
You throw your medication out when I look the other way.
Dull and numb, you say
You shake your head when I shove the bottle back at you
Commit to them, I plead
Commit to me, I plead
You shake your head when I shove the pressure back at you.
Whoever knew that an enemy could take the form of
Little rectangles of hope?