Words Of A Mircale

Pull

Pull me close,
Just to rip away?
I say my words,
But eh, the signal is poor,
It's just too weak,
So it doesn't fucking reach,
The ears connected to your face has been breached,
By only negative things,
Showing me a sign,
That even if you're not there she's still controlling,
If you call me for support, I'm there,
Then you push me away using the trauma gained by the dark?
Then just add the light,
You and me should be fine,
Misdirected...
And who you tell reflects it,
Wanna learn a lesson?
You go to the library,
When you want to be held,
I guess your soulmate,
But if the soul's mate then how can it truly strip away?
And in the same breath say that you can't wait,
Til it's me and you everyday?
"Fine. Talk to you when you feel better" isn't the best thing to say,
Especially when I don't do that to you,
I stayed with you through the madness,
Yet you're so eager to let me go,
Because I won't let you see why my anger grows?
But...I'd rather feel your heat, than let it grow,
Don't stop til' the flame goes from immense fire, to little glow,
You use me for the comfort, to cushion the blow,
So now I'm air bag,
Cause after I'm used once, then there I go,
Well I guess that's just fine,
Call me when you want me,
Find me when you can,
But that time alone builds up,
Like the beaver and it's dam,
Or it's me feeling the sand,
Don't mind me,
The hourglass is only half empty,
Hmm half full?
The only significance is which side is full,
The side I'm suffocating in,
When the final grain drops,
It's always the end.