if I'm a doormat,
you're a door
forever swinging open, closed
you can't figure out,
I'm not the thorn, I'm the rose

nothing you are used to, it seems
I'll take all your shit,
and kinda enjoy it
as you rip me open, at the seems

cuz no one moves me,
shakes me like you,
and in this shallow world
depth of feeling, loyalty, disposable
i came here to show you
someone delivering the goods,
organically
not full of filler, plastic and posable

so it may be twisted, "psycho"
according to you,
and yeah, i kinda liked it
when you called me that too

cuz it was a compliment, endearing
coming from you
you can call me anything you want
just please, don't stop calling me,
It's true...

i felt we had an extraordinary connection
you think I'd act this way
for just anyone,
as if i made it all up in my head,
the detection

that an exchange occurred
an energy, one of a kind
born of two humans, good hearts
who, by the way, just so happened
to have completely lost
their fucking minds...

seems pretty sane,
to me, in this world
place of so much garbage,
for so little gain
no wonder I've come
to a little pleasure in pain

cuz anything worth having,
so they say, takes some work
so go ahead and be
what you gotta be,
sometimes sweet, then a detached jerk

cuz i know I'm not easy
and neither are you
us humans, we're complicated
beyond your proclamations
of "chill", that's only part of the truth

as you've got your troubles
and I've got my bubbles
like the one you like to burst,
called "love" and the other
called "hate to" with your truth,
stings, still stung

towards sticking around
no matter your "what"
as in, "did you just say that?
yes you did"...
giving new meaning to
the flip, as in lid..

i love your "sunny",
mr. charlie, mac, dennis, frank
i guess that leaves me, sweet dee
always trying to one up,
catch up, join your ranks

cuz your the "always in"
like the tv theme, philadelphia
how the heaven, the hell
did ya think it wasn't real,
all the ways that i fell for ya..

a tune so cute,
it just begs for mischievous,
so right, then so wrong
just like all your inner divine
dipped in devious

and there's nothing wrong with that
as there's nothing wrong with you
at least nothing that a little
understanding and a loving
"fuck you" and time, devotion
can't prove

as we are so very different
but I'm sorry to say, yes,
underneath, i am a lot like you

so there's little i can say about you
that i can't say, the same for me too

"quite a pair" is still a pair
if you'd just let it be
however it fits, in your world,
"strange ways" heart
there was, is, "a something"
that happened to both of us
called a "we"

no big scary,
"to be ashamed of" thing
just know that i know
and I'm not afraid of whatever
your "bring it on" brings

so if ya want, bring the tacos
and I'll bring the chips
and if i get on your last nerve
you can bring the desire to
to flat out fatten my lip

not that you would
but just know in mind, spirit, ya could
cuz i can be, times, a bit too much
but I'd do anything for ya
end of day, that's found luck...

so once more
if I'm a doormat
you're then, a door
but you can't slam it shut
without knowing, it wasn't real
all i gushed, gave, felt
in the state of a deep, thankful
utter "bliss found, fucked", adore

both of us battling
a hella, lotta, inside, inner shit
but all i ever really wanted, want to do
was, is, sit beside, in front of you
and listen and glow,
grow a better hearted, human
happier, because of it...

because, the secret,
in many ways I'm a selfish,
scarred deep, prick
but not for you, cuz you got through
to the best in me,
the center, it seems
and here you rest, stay
what a treat, not a trick...

so please, mr. door
just stay open, a bit
let the doormat become
a fellow door, next to you
and make a double one
that somehow, in whatever way
together, works, fits...


bowen hart roselli
26 september 2020
ringwald love