Being saved instead

Outward creation inward destruction
Can't save anyone else but you can set that intention
Lots of love and work
Needing guidance and strength
Grab your ankles and open wide
Need to have that discussion
Maybe I spoke too quickly
Seeing it through, seeing right through me.
I see a simple difference, but I guess it's not so simple
Not so easy to draw a line.
But when did partnership become ownership
And when did a kiss become a contract.
And how does one diminish the other?
Exhausting exhausted.
Wish I had more to bounce off of, more sympathetic ears
Less judging ones. Fewer bags to carry.
But none of it's simple or easy
Writing and rewriting my own script's a terrifying process.
Slower than it should be.
"Got nothing but time on our hands" though.
Connection starts like they always do, in that place where the pieces of you and the pieces of me that are lowest on the list get highest on the rail.
But ends up in a whole new field.
I want to be the same, but I find myself selfishly helplessly enjoying being saved instead.