My heart the escapologist

I have to escape this
Life is sucking me dry,
All the every day nuances, tasks,
People wanting everything,
Each one stuck behind masks.
You look like a good option,
So I suggest we give this a try.
I know you think this is crazy,
But we are destined to fly.
So put on your favourite coat
It will not be easy, there will be
Storms, waves but we can float
In a boat loaded with poetic dreams,
Alas, who cares, indeed
Nothing is as it seems.
As long as I hear your breath,
I can deal with it all, the broken
Promises, pieces that are left.
I know you hardly know me,
My skeletons hidden from sight,
Just give this a chance,
(Because my heart has already
Taken flight.)

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 20
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “My (blank), the (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “My Dentist, the Torture Expert,” “My Lunch, the Thing I Got Out of the Vending Machine,” “My Father, the Comedian,” or “My Life, the Punchline.”