I Want a Group of True Friends

Who Are You When It Comes To Me?... Who are you when it comes to me? A friend or foe? My hero or my... enemy? Do you want to kill me when I turn my back? If I were to fail, would you laugh?

If you could, would you tear me apart? Do my words resonate in your heart? Do you admire me from afar?

Am I a source of exfoliation? Do I give you a chill? Do I fill you with temptation? Or does my texture put up your shield?

If I was a rose, would you let me bloom? Or.. would you destroy me at the root? Could you handle my flaws? Could you manage my tantrums with calm... gestures?

Would you resurrect me from some depression? Or would I be too deeply drowned to have any affection? Can we cuddle when we're cold? Or would yell, "You're too old... for this..."

Candle me a flame... Give me who you are. So I may digest... your poetic and beautiful art. You're my savior hopefully. You have me at best. Would you bounce from any disappointment.. And give me another chance?

Does my incense coil your hands? Do I make you weak at the knees? Who are you when it comes to me? A friend, a foe, my hero or my enemy?