ticking time bomb

she knows that she loves me

but she’s got to set me free

because i know someday she’ll love me 

until she doesn’t like me anymore.

i just need her to trust me 

because if not, she’ll disgust me

she says i push people away 

but what if she forced me to slam the door? 

sometimes i see a bird that flies

through the night

and every time the sun rises

her flight dies

i bet she knows 

when it’s bright 

there’s a world 

a whole new life

waiting for her, 

but in the daylight —

it’s not hers.

she likes to write

she loves to erase

the parts of me she doesn’t like 

but most parts, she can’t replace.

because i want 

my mistakes,

my past faults, my earthquakes.

and these days i just can’t stand,

being told to ‘grow up’

but then to ‘act my age’ 

so now i sometimes feel

like compliments

come with a ticking time bomb

because how long

until i’m no longer 

pretty to you? 

so now it sometimes feels 

like your love

comes with an instruction manual.

and if i tear it apart, 

you’ll become

another sad song.