To pretend

I have the distance on my side. And against me. There are miles, hours, days or seconds between the time you ask and I say yes. You as one, I as a black background. I have no light to shed, no path that you can follow. I walk outside. Rules are not for me.

As I think of all the helping hands, I don’t see mine. They’re all streched and eager. Eyes on their fingers, hungry for a reaction. Teeth hidden, ready to rip our resolve apart. There is no help in their touch. Only an appetite for our weakest moments.

Outside. Beyond. Here. I want to be somewhere with you. Looking at the ones still on the path. I cannot reach out this time. Because ultimately, I want to be reached, I want to be the goal. As I run, in your crosshairs still.

I can pretend. Intent. In all your wants. And get caught. In all of mine. I’m not even hiding.

2 thoughts on “To pretend”

  1. Weta says:

    I think your words say it all…

  2. swan_pr says:

    your comment as well 🙂 thank you.

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