could we pretend?

could you just pretend for a second,

a minute, a moment, an ounce

of time that you feel the same as i do,

instead of running out the room

like Cerberus was on your heels

and i was death, herself.

could we pretend

that you and him aren't a thing

and you aren't running into his

arms, to be free of me,

well i felt more free trapped in that prison,

dungeon, before we even met

and i could taste the salt on your chapped lips

from when we went tumbling in the sand.

could we pretend, maybe,

that everything up until this moment

(when you run through the door)

has meant just as much to you

as it does for me...

because you mean everything to me,

so could we pretend

that me an you are meant to be?