Somewhere Between Whatever

This isn't about you again, 

or maybe it’s you entirely

You made me a stranger to my thoughts– 

a place with no exit and no entry

Every clear space in my mind becomes a canvas 

and I paint how you make me feel

Would be cliche to call you my Helen 

if this Troy has no construction

Slowly almost in love 

with the fear of losing you

And if I'm being honest-

I don't think God made a better you

Be my Eve, Be my Hawa

Make me a sinner, 

make me complete.

Make me a liar,

make me admit this is about you again.