Airfoil

 
 
I never seem to rile you in the right direction  
Everything always feels wrong when we disconnect  
And I hate it  
Even though the angel on my shoulder sighs  
And the demon smiles  
I feel no satisfaction  
You see me as a blade  
And yes, I’m sharp sometimes,  
But I am not the knife  
And if I move toward you  
I am not a threat  
I am a kite  
Attached to you by string  
Flit left to right  
In your wind  
I can’t help but to hold on  
Don’t cut the thread,  
It saddens me when you do  
Please let me be close  
Close, to you