I could paint you the perfect memory –
it would be red and blue and grey and gold,
you would kiss me
and I would let you.
It could have played out so different,
those are the words that haunt your screen
yet you question my sanity
and I play the part of a girl gone crazy.
He sits alone on his rainy rock
as I circle around in an effort to free you
but I realize now
you were not looking for a saviour.