And here we sit intertwined with the light peaking through the November clouds and the heavy emotions but not each other's limbs.
Here we sit calories settling in our system and neither of us saying a word besides the chat of your sadness
I picture my werewolf monster man reaching like robbers for the vault contents that isn't his to have
My monster man with an looming pair of oversized hands: claws
Monster man who searches only for empty treasure
Monster man who only wants my Lacey panties on the floor: evil lair
My monster man who has not left me since I was 6 years old
My monster man who gave me tears when I had none left in my eyes
My story book life and it's arching story arch, beginning middle and end
Now where you sit, grasping desperately to any affection you may come to find, keeping it like treasure.
And your a good person
Now you cry but this time on my shoulder instead of in my lap
Now I watch you break
And I reach deep in me to care about you and all your broken but my monster man still stands between us I thank for that layer of distrust he has planted in me
Now the linger of your life lies in the balance of my hands and I have learned that my hands aren't the steadiest pair
And one day you will come to learn that I am consequences I that I do not love you
