The Control Freak meets the Car Salesman

The control freak meets the car salesman

A golden chance, you say,
"We are our own insurance,"
And as your pretty words dissolve into the air
I hate your self-assurance.

"Let's map the rules, come on,
It's harmless, don't you see?"
As long as we're up-front about it
The only victim's me.

"A risk free love", you promise me
"After all, what's the worst…?"
You sound like a used car salesman
For you, this is no first.

You tell me to go easy,
But my fists remain tightly closed
The tempest they unleash when opened
Ruins any pretense of repose.

And you thrill me with your glass unicorn
You fucking optimist
Why does it fall unto me to tell you
That unicorns don't exist?

Like risk free love, they are a myth
They shatter when they're touched
They don't hold grey's, or in-betweens,
They live on shades of "much".

And so with me, the bleeding lover
So strangled with emotion
A sucker for words that have no cover
In every drop - an ocean.

Therefore, forgive me for being so sternly composed
It's not that I am not entertained;
But when prompted, feeling so easily grows
It's a serious struggle to keep it contained.

So I'll keep my fists clenched, you keep your mouth fluid
You can tease my uptightness as you please
It's the same control that keeps me afloat
That stays my heart in the semblance of one piece.