My windshield was hit, blinded with
the outbursts of your sadness but
I could see you clearly; this is too
painfully surreal to be reality so
where are we?
Let’s never close the curtains to our
innermost thoughts, the gateway to
our brutally honest subconscious;
I like you better when you mumble the truth
than boast lies, genuine smiles drowning me
in the floods of paradoxical gleam in your eyes.
Your tears smash my overwhelmed heart
like a blizzard delirious and all I could pray
for is your safety, the emergency lights
blinking for you to climb back to the world
where fantasy and reality tangent with us.
Your safety is catastrophic to me but
this paralysis of heartbeats is not a dream;
I’m sorry I’m a crisis to your schizophrenic destiny.