Contrast leaves the demons in the dark


Like the contrast of leaves against the back drop of a pale blue sky.
Just when I think I know you, my demons ask me why?
You appear to be stuck in the watershed of love and uncertainty
And I tell my demons, I have no idea what to say.
If I had the answers or even the questions
I would instead ask you why I feel these rejections
Which are bonded to acts of love and tenderness
Close enough to the moments of closeness that we posses.
You push me away and run in the opposite direction
Whenever your heart feels a contradiction
To the belief that you grasp with fear
That you do'nt need me to be anywhere near
Despite the obvious signs of something amazing
You prefer to ignore what your heart is realising
But by pushing, to strain the natural relationship
As it is not possible to be oneself on a roller-coaster trip
You introduce awkwardness to the time we spend
As the confusion causes my heart to need to pretend
That perhaps this is imitation, these feelings inside
Born out of frustration and protection of pride
To accompany confusion, created by the contrast in you
Meaning I continue to tell my demons, I don't have a clue.