Dawning Creations

I don’t have the minutes to spare.
Time is running rare.
I simply can’t give you a care.

A passing glance.
I’m over this askance, between us, between 3, between this entire society.

I’m over it.
I’m endeavoring the impossible it seems.
Trying to find a home in closets, hiding away inside my dreams.
What am I cowering away from this time?
I’m standing up, facing you front, not breaking down this time.

What does it mean?
Who am I searching for?
Am I obsessed with you being depressed or am I just being needy for?
Needy for you, for something I can’t control.
I’m needing something, someone.
I just can’t decide.

My brain is unraveling all these complex feelings.
I hear your words and see your face but you’re not even real.
But you are too real for me.
You’re too precious you see.
I can’t let you lose any part of me.

Ambivalent and indecisive.
I want you to just exist.
Be my best friend, make you up and hold you until the sun rises again.