It's sad.
I'm sad.
That the society I live in
will shove me in a box
That the people of this world
will look at me
and see not the words of my story
but the art on the cover
i'm sorry
If I'm not what you expected
For my voice leaks from the edges
And I color outside the lines
or
should there have been
no lines
to begin with

When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?

If I sit still
I drown
If I move
I drown faster
You could pull me out
If only you weren't
The quicksand

it's up here I can see
just how small we all are
and yet together
we can make for
quite a beautiful view

you shove my face
into a shallow abyss
and tell me to find
the deeper meaning

words drip like honey
from your chin
i lick up the syllables
that make me grin
teasing me with talk
of your favorite sins
and then making new ones
against my skin

You watch helpless
as i burn
and demand to know
who did it
but how can I say

It was you
who lit the match