Can I Unveil What's Hidden?

Allow Me

i might not be in my right mind
i might not like to have all my
thoughts to be coherent and meaningful
i might not want to try
i might purposely choose the incorrect
path at the fork in the road
perhaps the reason why
is that i enjoy the chaos it creates
when i'm lying on the floor at midday
but i do crave to be your lighthouse
your rescue, your safety, your refuge
let me love you like i need to
let me be the strawberry pink
embedded in your cerulean morning sky
let me sink my roots in your soil
until i touch the water underneath
and grow as high as redwoods
to finally reach your self-made pedestal
i might forget the times you've cried
i might kill my dreams in my sleep
before they become an all too real reality
i might not be happy
at least not in the way that you think
but get in my car
lean back and let me drive you around
and we can listen to jazz music that you said
i'd like, but i'll only pretend to
so nothing can change your mood
let me be who i need to be for you
let me bear the burden of drinking
your poisonous words like they're
the sweetest lemonade that quenches my thirst
and those words calm the storm that's
waiting behind the white picket fence in my mind
the little blue house with the grey door
that can be opened by the key
i will give you one day
it hangs around my neck
waiting to be gifted to the next
drifter who wanders through
the never ending wheat field that is my soul
letting their fingers graze along the tips
as they walk carelessly and without
a sense of direction
while the wind whispers sweet nothings
in their ear, my voice
telling them to keep going
to keep pushing through the muck and the mire
and to allow me to soothe the burn
that will come from my scorching love