Handstands

You make me do handstands for you. You make me feel blue through and through. Why must you make me do the things I do? You haven’t got slight empathy. You say things that are mean to me. You haven’t got slight sympathy, it’s true. You keep on running after me. Yet, you can’t seem to handle me. You keep getting mad at me. Why are you so angry and confused? You continue blaming things on me. You feel like I’m a weight on you, then why are you putting up with my abuse? You sit there and you talk to me. Your voice is cold as ice can be. You watch me set my emotions free on you. You think I’m simply a big mess. You listen to me as I digress. You know I think that you’re digressing too. You want to care, but you don’t care. You tell me you aren’t going there. You watch me as I wipe away my tears. You make me do handstands for you, yet you’re doing them as I watch you. Why do you keep putting up with my abuse? You believe with more work we’ll be happy. You don’t know that I think you’re really sappy. You don’t know how much I want to let this go. Then you let some emotion show, and I feel weak ’cause I want to know…do you think that we can continue to converge? You stand up and walk to me. You put your arms around me. You say you can’t stop loving me today. You watch me turn and open the door. You watch me leave without a thought, yet you don’t know my heart aches for you inside. You make me do handstands for you. You make me feel blue through and through. You often let me be the one who’s right. Your emotions are so deep in you and surface when I’m next to you. You let my body walk away, but only for tonight. You keep hanging on to me, and I keep holding on to you, as we both keep doing handstands in our minds.