never a dancer,
nor had I intended,
but you crafted me
from board-stiff limbs
and
with a lick and promise
I danced.

from the strings dangling down
from a heart-sporting sleeve,
a marionette I was
you tugged to the rhythms
you pulled through the silence
and against my intentions
I danced.

The ascension and depletion of self-worth
When you lose the ability to write
Relatable poetry

Once I'm on my own two feet
It'll start to make sense
I do not want to be provided for
Anymore

How can we be when you don't let me near you
How can you wish i was near when i'm 10 minutes on foot away
How can you dream i'm on your doorstep and lock your door

I dont want to start over

So
I get it out of you at last
And it occurs to me for the first time
You search for that magical type of love
You, who are unbroken
I tell you, you are it for me

for those of us whose arms bend backwards
I see you behind the mirror
And I know you die
The moment those headphones are in

my sister is gone
and the cat is gone
and my brother is gone
and my mother's been knocked out since noon