De For ...

I adore you as child, as woman, and as friend.
I  love you forever and see your rough edge.
You draw on my scars and make them into art.
You blow into my lungs, to fill them again.

I never want you to be mine,
nothing is really mine anyway.
This is why you fear me the most.
This is why we are perpetually lost.

What if I left you and never returned?
Then you would know what  I refused to repeat.
Then you would see me and never forget.
I would deny you and live in regret.

You scratched your way back into my mind,
and left me bleeding on the side of the road.
While you viciously race towards fame and fortune.
While you drag all those bodies singing that tune.