Solid steady one, won't slow down,
Won't become a story we want to tell.
Your fists didn't replace the beating
Of my heart. It was just a beating.
The stories we tell
Convinced me I could save you.
If I could just love harder.
Be better.
Stay softer.
I jumped in front of Medusa for you
And you blamed me for turning to stone.
For being too hard.
Too unreachable.
Was there truly another way for me to survive?
I have since melted,
By Medusa's administrations
(Who understood, victim to victim,
How unlovable love can be).
And I've learned to
Be loved harder,
Expect better,
Enjoy softer.
You have stayed the same.
Fake smiles,
All teeth,
Always somewhat unreachable,
Unfortunately, still not dead.
Are you waiting for me to safe you?
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