This steep curve always comes

Walking together
With nobody else to hear
Conversations turns
One moment blithe
Casual musings on mutual experience
To confession
Dawning a blinding bright


This steep curve always comes
Without a sign
To warn of it


I should know by now
This road's terrain
That there are no guard rails
Or speed limits
Chicanes looming


You tell me that you are young
You tell me your dreams
You tell me that you love him
You tell me you moved to a strange place for him
You tell me how hard it is to forge bonds
You tell me that his wants
Are more important
Than what you don't want
You tell me it hurts


I've circled a hidden rotary
Looking at myself
In a past that I can't change
I want to tell you
Love but don't lose yourself
Get what you want
Let him leave if he can't embrace it


A metal band you don't even think you need
Won't fix you
It may keep you from being fixed
Lodging itself in an open wound
Exposing raw nerves
Refusing to heal


I want to tell you
I want to tell me
These things I know


Instead I say
I can't tell you what to do
You'll figure it out


I won't know you when you do
You'll have moved on
Moved away
Followed your road
I can only hope he doesn't detour you