Eggshells
Walking on eggshells and
trying to please
Refusing to beg, well, I am
on my knees
Digging this hole, though
I’m over my head
‘Cause
I’m digging that soul food you brought to my bed
I’m done weaving and hiding
the facts at the core
So I’m leaving my pride on
the rack by the door
Wine, cheese, and chocolate,
a last course attempt
To recall when talk was an
unforced event
Is this about sex? Is this about love?
Are these just effects we’re
so conscious of?
Is there really an “us”, or
just a couple of me’s?
Is there room to adjust, or
must discussion just be
An ego debate of
self-deprecation
As we go creating this
stealth separation?
We’re in the same room, but
we’re miles apart
We can only assume that
we’re mild at heart
We never said “always,” we
never said “only,”
But walking a hallway alone
can be lonely
It’s the long way around—is
it real? Is it right?
Was our song just a sound,
vision, trick of the light?
I don’t want to buy
it—‘Course, nothing’s for sale
We decided to try it, but
then how do we bail
The fast rising waters when
the bucket is cracked
Capsizing thoughts churning,
stuck in the back
Of a mind so immersed in
desire to own
That it finds it’s been
cursed to retire alone
Ah, we’re all the same
stars, so baby you’re free
To be what you are and shine
as you be
I already miss you, though
you’re right there to see
But as long as I’m with you,
I can be only me.