My torments.

I am tortured by the way you are act,
When it isn't as expected.
It doesn't feel like the you I know,
The you I have respected.
Everybody makes mistakes.
Everyone has their moments,
You dipped below the line, though,
And those times, they are my torments.

Keep you near.

The wind blows through,
A storm is here.
I watch your face,
Your voice shows fear.
I try to dismiss,
I try to calm,
But can't persuade,
There'll be no harm.
I understand,
Have felt similar fear,
But it's a different one,
So I keep you near.

Never ending innocence.

Once again.  Another reason,
To disappear for hours.
You'll say you were helping.
Running errands that were ours.
Truly it just gives you,
Another weak excuse,
To leave the responsibilities to me,
And enjoy your own pursuits.
I don't think it would rub so much,
If you didn't keep pretending,
That this is all my making,
That you had no hand in how we are,
An innocence never ending.

Co-pilot.

We approach from different corners,
And never see things quite the same.
You get angry when I can't see why.
Think my emotions are a game.
Even when I make it easy,
It's just burning up inside.
My true feelings have to find,
Another place to hide.
I think it was always like this,
But back then we didn't care.
We went our way regardless,
We didn't need to share.
Now it just makes us realise,
We're not doing this as a team.
We're co-piloting,
But together is a dream.

Another line.

We dance around,
We have our place.
Some days,
I barely see your face.
I'm pretty sure,
You don't see mine,
Or how I've drawn,
Another line.
I keep the wheel,
Turning, turning,
With a bit of my heart,
Silently yearning,
For something different,
Something for me.
It's just I don't trust,
You'll like what you see.

Twists and folds.

Others gush, as she says it out loud,
Isn't it lovely, you must be so proud.
There is a little swell in my heart,
But I also know she's playing a part.
I know how she says things for he effect,
For the response she knows she will get.
How's she says things she thinks will please,
How little lies can flow out with such ease.
You don't Have to say that.  Just say what you think.
She considers what you said, gives herself time to blink.
Sometimes she owns up.  Sometimes she holds.
It's part of her make up.  Her twists and her folds.

Bold.

Sometimes I forget,
That things can be done for me.
That I can walk away,
That it doesn't have to be.
Responsibility isn't all just mine.
I can put myself first,
Not always toe a line.
I can choose not to take on,
What I am told.
I can listen to my own voice,
And choose to be bold.