What am I to you?
I know what I want to be.

I want to be that one
That song
That you can’t get out of your head
But I’m not a song to you.
I’m the last, bitter drop
Of coffee
The bottom bit no one drinks
And pours down the drain instead.

I want to be that one
That butterfly
Who’s beautiful wings you admire
Who’s graceful legs
You try and cup in your hands
But I am no butterfly to you.
I’m that fly that won’t leave
Through the window you’ve opened
Who circles around your head
Who won’t desert you
Alone.

I want to be this one
This fire
That ignites your passion
And dances in a red-orange twirl
Around you
Making you feel hot
But I’m not this fire to you.
I’m that cold winter wind
That makes your new scarf
Blow away
That turns your nose red
And frosts your bottom lip
Till it cracks and bleeds.

I want to be this one
This life vest
That saves you when you drown
In the swallowing sea
That holds you above the water
And assures you everything
Will be okay
But I’m not this life vest to you.
I’m the weight tied to your ankles
That drags you to the bottom
Of the muddy lake
And covers you in sand
You can’t escape.

You could be
My butterfly
My fire
My life vest
My love
If you wanted to.
Oh, if only you wanted to.

 
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