tinderbox wet

You said you loved being a mess with me
and fuck knows I loved being a mess with you
and I wonder now if you love me less
that Iíve cleaned up my borderline psychotic ways

We loved like tomorrow would never come
and we fought like the ending
would bring about a mutual apocalypse
as though internal death was something
worth aspiring to
when the tinderbox inside ignited
and couldnít be put out
with our wavering sanities

And I know the folly of missing
lost yesterdays
I know what it means to let go
of the things that made me happy
back when nothing made sense
and I liked it that way

And the lost girl in me
still misses those days of destruction
ecstasy and pain
laughing so hard I couldnít breathe
feeling so intensely I couldnít sleep
hurting so badly I couldnít eat

And maybe you still want to throwdown
but you wonít
and maybe I still want to throwdown
but I wonít
because time changes all things
and destruction turned to silence
and silence turned to change
and change saw me growing up
into someone that Iím not sure you recognise
when you put past and present photos
beside each other and try to figure out
who is who
And Iím left wondering if you still love me
like you did
when the silences between us
have become painlessly easy
and the comfort factor borders on boring
because Iím not as tinderbox crazy
as I used to be when everything felt
like the apocalypse coming
on the edge of our words

© Indie Adams 2015
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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