For the longest time, I had this notion that all I needed to be happy, was to escape. My brilliant plan was to find someone and escape with him. I’m not sure to where nor did I know with whom? Then I met you. My instincts took over and all I wanted to do was help and care after you. Teach you what to do, how to do it and watch my efforts come into fruition and they did. You dodged the bullet. Mission Accomplished. Now what? that’s when things got complicated.
We started to dance. A dance we didn’t know how to move to, the rhythm completely alien to our ears, and a platform as unstable as quicksand. And that’s how I got tangled with you. Tangled to a point of no escape. Tangled and claustrophobic. I’ve been trying to break free since, but much like a tree, I rooted and we became one.
Tangled so much that I can’t breath at times. Only when our passion runs deep, I appreciate what we have, but as soon as you walk away I start to shake the steel bars of my cell. The cell that I trapped myself in.
