Though We Tiptoe

Though we tiptoe through it all. Through wear and tear, we get nowhere. I almost feel righteous in my disgust. A small price to pay for incompetence. If only it were easy, I would have slipped through the cracks. Lived inside the cryptic curse with my own private nurse. Even if she refuses to talk.

Though we tiptoe through. I can see the routine going forward in the same formation. Here is where the split divides. I'm not that instant. A slow burn on a wounded heart. A renaissance in surgery. De Medici pays me in secret gold. It stops me from getting old. Even though I am not so young.

Though we tiptoe. Silently across the hills where the former takes its share. Bordering on the horizon for the fantasy of new life. Somewhere. Somewhere. The destination changes by the minute and we're not sure where the map takes us. It's all a big surprise. When I get to the destination, I will tell you finally.

Though we.........stick to stones, break our bones. It grows more uncertain. Rumours persist. And you don't know me. I put my heart out for you but you chose to run. I used to be broken but now I can't blame you. Given half the chance I probably would have done the same to you. Only I would have wanted to have done it much more cruelly.

Though........I give up the fight. There's not much more to give. Only for the strength to kiss again. It pays in teenage heartache. If this is soul then it's invisible. Intuitvely stay underground. As soon as you lift your head, you're asking to be shot. I don't understand the attraction but then it was a long time ago. When the difference really mattered.