Smothered Blue Skies

Loving you is like an erroding cliff that obtained a warning sign.

At first you seemed harmless, innocent and beautiful.

After accidents and consequences you became dangerous.

Yet the warning sign only enticed me to stay cautious.

Caring about you can be compared to a shelter dog and its life span.

The longer it stays the more life it has wasted.

The longer i care about you the more grief and anguish i experience.

Supposedly from the hold your incredible teeth impose.

Being your friend can be likened to the sunshine in Melbourne.

Ever present, longed for, but sometimes overbearing and lethal.

My skin can only take so much of your UV.

Most importantly i never expected to have to protect myself from you.

Knowing you is the equivilent of being emotionally invested in a tv series.

I will cry if this ends, and i assume i know everything about you.

But i don’t, i barely do at all.

And when it ends i will gather opinions from those as equally invested as me.

Seeing you is like biting into a raisin cookie you thought was choc chip.

Exciting yet disappointing all at the same time.

I long to talk to you yet i can hardly bring myself to look at you anymore.

You have led me to believe there was something more than there is.

Ignoring you is just as painful as burning your hand on a heated globe.

You would never think you could get hurt.

But once you quickly pull your hand away, assessing the damage.

You realise without ice this could leave a scar.

Being without you is bittersweet, like watching movies on a nice day.

Its odd, different, almost frustrating.

I cannot be without you but i have to for my own sanity.

So instead i turn the volume up loud enough i can smother out the blue skies.