Where is it? The line in between
Is it blurred or not at all
Or it is teasing us, you and I alike
Or maybe I've drawn it only and
you don't see it, acknowledge it,
react to it, you flow free
Feebly and fading but I see it,
bright and red, like a stop sign,
for the second I touch it, cross through
it'll burn, burn you and me and this alike
So i retreat, not risking it
Instead we've found a way,
We hop in sync, you and me together,
we play, we laugh, we touch, we tease, we blush, we,
we hold hands but we don't touch the line
not me, not your passion, not us
it's the calm line, it's easy
Isn't it also convenient?
But it is false, isn't it?
It's false. It's false hope,
it's false reality, false devotion,
it's false and it makes us the same
Instead the passion is true, the
They're true, physical, feasible
But the true also hurts, false doesn't
True betrays, false doesn't
False is just..simply false, it helps.
When it merges with the truth so easily
When it doesn't seems like false anymore
The line turns into a string
A string with which you bind me, to you.
It doesn't ..it doesn't cut open my wounds
It's heat but it is warming not burning
Had your avoided passion always been this harmless, this warm, this easy?
When, when you tie me with the string gently
And pull me towards yourself, into your chest, I feel the heat then
on your flesh, i feel it then on my flesh.
On my breasts , my stomach,
On every inch of my body that graces you.
My own mind let itself open in front of you,
Leaving me nude with my clothes on.
close to each other talking in hushed voices
Like our little secret, a divine sin
It's comfortable and it's.. familiar
It's not me that's bound, never only me
You bind me, tie me and I tie you with me
And you don't struggle to break free either,
Or maybe you tie us together
I'm only tied but you're spelled
You're drugged and you're lost,
You talk to me, you look at me, you
You utter nonsense with me
You miss me, you remember me, you
do foolish stuff to get to me.
Yes I'm the one tied here but you're..
You are tied more tightly than i am.
Your urge fuels my willingness to stay,
Stay with you in the string.
Seeing you putting efforts effortlessly,
reading the ...the need of yours and you don't hide it either,
Compels me to stay and feel freely.
It's also scary but it's easy,
it's thrilling but it's easy, it's you,
You're difficult because how easy you are.
It scares me though, always frightens me.
The unfamiliarity too vulnerable,
It scares me then, because it's easy.
You feel it too, don't you? do you?
I want to keep this feeling sacred to me, even from you.
It's the most dangerous then, when the line turns string.
So I avoid the string too, I can only try.
But then fate finds another way,
When the line changes nature again.
When the line twists and turns,
Forming itself into a circle with us
Not separating us, but keeping us
We don't cross it, to escape the escape.
We don't want to, do you?
Now isn't that scary as well?
How long will this line tease us?
Will ever one of us, rub it clean?
One day maybe you will rub it clean.
Break the string and walk bravely toward me, one day
Or the day when the line will fade itself
When the string will break,
Or when the circle wilts and creates an opening.
When we both walk away from each other,
you'll walk not towards but away from me
unquestionably accept that retrieval,
Because i would retreat too.
Not because this didn't mean something to me,
Not because i didn't like being tied close to you.
Not to stop the slacking of thread,
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