Everything's pretty in a high

Every soul is a little lonely when it is 3 at night.  Everybody leans in after the second glass of wine. Every spirit needs another when nothing goes right.

Everything looks perfect when you take a step back.

But do not convince me of love  in your despair.

Call me up when you're busy at work, kiss me sober when you're not in a hurry, let me be the first one to know you've reached what you've been looking for, take pictures of us, preserve them, frame it to your wall.

Stand closer and look at my flaws.

Do not convince me. Let me know.

Feel

One day you'd be feeling exactly how you make me feel.

And it will be a breathlessness and dilemma, a anxious sigh of relief, a distressed morning, a surrender, a burning memory , a loss of words.

And the feeling would leave you so aghast, you wouldn't be able to decide if I was heaven or hell.