Perfect, now, for you.

& then, there's always the absolute and the relative,
the best of both worlds, the other side of the fence.
The alternative, the tentative, the apprehensive
The once in a while & not at all.
What am I, but you into the mirror?
A lateral displacement between distance.
Are you not homo sapient, am I not flesh & blood?
If you cut me I would bleed
Bleed double with two wounds
Crimson red to dried brown
How are we different?
Then, occasionally, sometimes, once in a blue moon,
you permit me, to take a peek into your pocket
where you hide your emotions,
hold them close by your side,
afraid they'd be blown by the wind.
Then, rarely, once in a while,
you remove your defenses,
your five layered armor.
You become vulnerable, to me, to the rest of the world.
Fragile, you hurt.
redrawn,
locked in a room.
Singular, isolated
with you & you.

They say the grass is greener on the other side, you can't get the best of both worlds.
What if, there's no grass. & there never was a best.
You think your vest's opaque.
You assume me.
And you assume your mask.
You know, if you cry I'd die.

When you see darkness in yourself, will you look into me?
Can I shine to light your way?
Can I be your armor? Then, to shelter your fragility.
Or am I like paper? I crumble in the rain.
I am so sorry.

You know, I really feel like swearing at you.
Pour all my curses.
But I love you, asshole.
Since the moment I remember, my life began.
So I pray you, pull yourself together.
We got your back (: