Might I Mistake Your Words?

In a crowded room
Smoked like glassy eyes
Glazed over with desire
Shoulders touch
The wishing well spills
Begin

And we don't know why
Just why we blink at the most
Critical of times
An even field
You keep me reeling
At the signs

Might I mistake your words
For promises
And I may misjudge
Our distances
But these are things
Most typical
And I am trusting
I can take it all

Oh, should I risk it
Or hold my hands and fold?


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This year was a damn good test.
A damn good chance to prove to myself that sometimes I can be just a little bit invincible.
I am what I let myself be.
But god damn, it's so hard to be what I need to be.
I am surviving.
I am capable.
I am as stable as anyone else.
And while I may be a lot of unpleasant things, I am great ones too.
I will persevere and feel content.
It just takes the right state of mind.
"Thou art not lovelier than lilacs, - no"