Blush the Enemy

They say you wear your heart on your sleeve, well baby, I keep yours in the pocket of my jeans

I can rinse you out of my hair and even scrub you from my skin

But you seem to show up every time I'm prepared to let someone else in

They say the right things and even root for my favorite teams 

But still I feel like a traitor resting on their worn blue seams

They say we're wrong and I start to believe they're right 

Then why does my stomach sink at the thought of flight

I sit in the corner breathless and at times welcome our death

But how can there be much of a life beyond this

I'd like to measure that faint line that claims to separate love and ha-- No, I won't say it, I refuse 

Refuse to believe that loath can be weaved even from the smallest cloth of love that has passed, or worse, crashed

So I continue to mend and glue the tears in this blanket we make love beneath

Wincing when the light of truth creeps in between the sheets

Hold me, hold me how can you resist when my wounds seep through clenched fists

That life over there may be mine 

But why then can I only see yours which awaits right behind 

Set me free, set me free

It's when you can't hear this that resentment covers the pulling silence that forces you closer to me

Blame, blame, who's to blame

You who remodels the same game endlessly or is it me  

Me, the one who is too afraid of the life that waits when your comforting arms move

Allowing me to hit these virgin knees

Do I have what it takes to defeat the most harrowing enemy

After all, it's not you

It is me.


Charlotte Crow

I'm a modern day farmer's daughter who shares and seeks inspiration from the comical & beautiful things that get caught in life's curious little web.