(Written March 2011)
I pity those who fall for you -
fall in love.
Because, my darling, you are not a constant - never have been, probably never will be.
Those who love you, (like me)
will always hurt when you stray.
It isn’t that you’re being disloyal, just that you’re too well known, and love it.
You won’t stick around one because it bores you for so long,
You have to keep moving and befriending…
Even if it hurts your lover.
But he can never complain
Because even if you take him out like a porcelain doll, gently carrying and singing sweet things to,
The doll will forever be waiting for that moment he’s carried home by you.
You see, it will work in the end -
the contrast of still and moving
Because even if the porcelain doll dries up every time you leave, cracks on the skin filled with salty tears…
Eventually, you’ll carry him around with you everywhere, because he’s in love.
See, it’s easy to fall in love with you,
but it isn’t easy being in love with you
Until you are so blindly in love as well.
Take me from this dusty shelf.
I know you won’t fall, but at least dry the tears and carry me home,
Please be the one who saves me from you.