Maybe you’ve fooled the best
But I’m not like the rest.
Me, I see that sleight of hand you wave
so no one has to stay
I read the deck of cards you hold
to keep them all at bay.
Me, I like the you that talks about your childhood
when it’s just us two and you got nothing to prove
as if there’s no one else here in this room
While we’re sitting side by side
And I really hope you don’t mind
But I just want to take up all your time
Them, they can love the way
you disarm with that charm
and illuminate this place.
But me, I prefer
The smile you reserve
The one they don’t deserve
if they can’t see past
The magnetic field that attracts and distracts
From the pieces of you that you break to detach.
Because when you’re the life of the party,
And the party’s over,
Who’s going to love you when you’re sober?
You, maybe you’re still searching for that someone who
will sit with you here in the dark
And not expect you to light it up.
Originally published on May 19, 2020.