it all just kind of
got away from me
I never asked you if I could make you my god
and make unto me
your graven image. it kind of
got away from me.
it starts with a slip of the brain
a misplaced glance and
i bite my lip and i think
i could get away with it.
it follows by following your every
word with a smile
and me hanging on for the last
unbearable mile
my love for you weighing on my shoulders
dragging behind me through the mud
like my self respect. i let my imagination
get away from me.
it is cemented in the hour of my desperate
search for something, anything
i can put a name to
infatuation will do.
my vocabulary
got away from me.
and in my mind i ran to you, and you held me there
in my mind you have become my savior
and i make unto me
your sugar sweet image. your compliments
my prayers. repetition in my head and i get
my strength from them.
like a god for the theologists, just like them
i couldn't get my hands around you
or make my brain stay still
it wiggled far past the realm of my control
in my hour of desperation, it all just
got away from me.
but i always wanted to keep you near me
and never let you
get away from me.