To look for things hidden behind cheerful facade,
That vibrant and dreary can be the same thing.
You've told me all that,
and repeat that they're all you have,
and say that you can give me nothing more,
and nothing less.
So I nodded,
then I twist and turn in refusal,
and regret and learn after,
and understood how to be forgiving,
by learning how much you have forgiven me.
And now I'm grown,
I'm able to see,
The creases in the world that you showed to me patiently,
Only to notice that you have them too,
Which means that there will be time,
When I can no longer have you.
