Adrift

I wanted to believe for a little while that I was special
that for more than a fleeting moment I mattered.

"You’re good enough just the way you are."

And like a child enamoured with a magician
I believe you have magic every time you whisper
fantasy into my ears
because no one has ever made me feel
as high and as low as you do.

No time or distance
has ever made me love you less.
And all the darkness in your soul
is still as alluring to me as it always was.

Yet here we are again, with the secrets and lies
dancing our way down to the underground  
to see who can high five the devil first.

This time it won’t be me.
This time I won’t let it be me.
Because at least I had the courtesy to tell you
I needed space.

© Indie Adams 2012