Lukewarm
Push and pull hot and cold I don't know where to turn I think you're ready to be here with me fully committed to a flourishing future and then you disappear into a dark, frigid corner that I can't seem to thaw. You pull me close And whisper sweet nothings then push me, keeping me at arms length I don't know where to go Maybe you still have so much to undo to unlearn, to forget Maybe you haven't quite moved on Should I sit here, enduring all the temperaments Or is it my time to leave to save my own soul...















