Some things, to know

Their strength, we have to bruise.

Other things, to know

We want them, we have to lose.

How many friends have you accused of lying

Because you needed to be reassured,

And to be reassured lost your friends.

How many balloons have popped (?)

As you went blowing past their limit,

So you knew the limit but also knew regret?

 

Now I understand what it was I wanted,

Why all those balloons have popped.

I wanted a thing without an end,

Or with an end I'll never reach.

Walls that have my back and will keep standing

Even as I hit and kick at them.

Something real, not fake,

And always there,

With no need for reassurance

And no fear that when tested will break.

 

Those who know who I am, please

Pass on my apologies to all balloons.

We've all been there one day, balloons

Pushed past our limits by another's experiment.

Balloons that live and want to be wanted

For what they are, by someone who doesn't

Need to lose

In order to believe.