Don't Let Him Drop You

Slow little drops into a pristine pool
cool cutting blue on darker tones
steady, even drip, don't forget the beat
feel the rain hit you
let the miserable tide, your miserable pride, wash over
forgotten lover smiles
never look back, never look at him.
He still holds it, though he can't see that
Small steady movement of his hands;
twisting and breaking everything you handed to him
you never thought this far ahead, did you?
He is a blind litle boy.
Fire faded to embers
Mountains reduced to rubble
Lakes and rivers; timeless;
all dried up and forgotten.
Silly little blind boy.
Watch as he chases you and never quite catches up.
Always heading in the wrong direction
with only you to lead him the way.
A woman's prerogative,
Keep changing directions; he'll see eventually.
You won't step off the path you've beaten down
just keep leading him in that circle.
the landscape has changed since you were here with him last
A molehill out of a mountain.
He'll know eventually.
One day you'll open his eyes
and he will see that everything he promised you has faded to dust
worn down and worn out like the words he tossed to keep you moving
and the ones you regurgitated to keep him following
Silly little Blind boy.
Stupid little oblivious girl.
faded and jaded:
I now introduce thee.
Welcome to your ignorant life of bliss.
I can see that you belong together.