There are moments of clarity when I feel concious of my actions
And then there are times when I'm disconnected and unfeeling
You fell in love with the lighter side of me; the other, you weren't expecting
I feel sorry for you when my head is unclouded
I'm dragging claws down your back
The burden of my existence sits on your shoulder
The weight of my love in your heart
Two conflicting entities in a single being
"Sometimes, when I'm feeling happy, you bring me down."
This relationship buds with scissors around its stem
And I'm holding it
Holding out
Hoping, maybe.