Boots and booze, please stick to shoes.

I would love to believe that you wont leave
That the past has passed; something new, a relief.
or at least some sort of rehabilitative therapy
Cuz I've grown fond of the way you take care of me
NURSE! NURSE! Can you please assist?
I know the symptoms; I am terrified of risks
I am terrified of the walk away. It plays in my head everyday, like a poorly copied VCRtape, fuzzy and worn out- ready to break.
And iI'm not sure if the director of that nightmare is aware of what is at stake, or what nightmares are called when I am wide awake, however...

Sticks and stones may break my bones but romantic words begin to mend a broken heart. Wonderful, yet terrifying- should you choose to retake it apart.

And as I let all the brick walls fall...I can't help but wonder if I should be tearing them down at all, but the safety net is long gone- hopefully forever
But that's wishful thinking,
I could be completely wrong.

Should you choose to change your mind,
Something people often do-
Maybe I'll be okay- even if you walk away;
Whether it be tomorrow or today
Because yesterdays love? It was completely true.
Its sappy and cliche but what can I say?
I have prepared to spend life alone
But I'd rather spend it with you.

Those boots were made for walking,
At least that, I know to be true
So I pray to whomever-
That you'll just be wearing shoes.