in the doorway.

the sun rises later..
i dont know...
maybe i just forgot or,
maybe i just havent been here in a while,
or never woke up at the proper time to engage in watching the sun rising

i probably shouldnt have crossed that line
the one in white
i probably tore apart your sanctuary
like i know i did mine.

and i know this isnt the time for poetry;
poetry is sexy.
its like "here you go, heres my heart."
but thats not what im trying to do
...in fact, its the opposite
im trying to take it back...
take it from someone who doesnt even know they had it.

so, yeah.
back to the lines

they used to be so clear to me
ugly, yet respectable boundaries
who we are meant to be
and what happens if we're not

we drop off the edge.
thats the line
its a cliff
only, you cant see over the edge.
and its just understood you dont want to know whats at the botttom

but i was stupid
and i thought
and i questioned
but never really got to the answer before jumping
i thought "hey, the beautiful possibilities,
like a field of flowers,
yeah, that would be nice.
or a huge pile of pillows
the softest and fluffiest.
the best place to lay your head."

so i crossed the line...
still havent landed...
still havent reached the bottom
or smelled the roses.

but a plot twist-
i changed my mind
i dont want to fall
hit my head

roses have thorns
and falling in love
is stupid
even worse when hes a friend
i feel different
like i could get my wish
but i dont want it

dont want to break what is given
hate myself
and what i havent done yet
but i know i will.