I will be The Judge,
You will be The Jury.
I’ll believe in the happy never-afters
and the long-forgotten fables.
Rebut me as much as you like,
Push me down with a hard-earned fist.
Show me the truth through your own life.
Set my words ablaze with your insistence.
Fight me down.
Fight me down harder.
Don’t believe in the garbage that I spill,
believe in the love in my eyes.
Trust my heart more than I ever have.
Tell my brain it’s okay to calm down.
Your instinct just might be holier than mine,
don’t push too hard but let me roll with the phases.
I trust you more than the others,
believe that I will know what to do in the end.
Don’t just fight me.
Fight him, too.
I don’t know what he’s got behind those green eyes,
but tell him it’s okay to open up.
Tell him it’s okay to be himself.
Tell him I know better than anyone else how he feels.
I know you want me to confess everything to him,
give me a minute or two and I will.