Leaning back
In my chair
Balancing
My weight.

I'm not scared
If I fall
All I'll break
Is your heart.

I want you to take me away from here
Take me to a land of fantasy
Of magic and elves
Of farmers and mages.

I don't have to be the hero
I could be a bystander
But I want to live happily
In a world far from here.

I've been wanting to go swimming
But the water's always cold.

In summer
Or spring

70 degrees
Yet it's still ice

On my toes.

I've become more caring
I've become more empathetic
I'm more in tune with my emotions
But I still can't cry
Why am I like this?

I am not your accessory
a statement piece
to your spineless connections
The thousandth image-oriented festivity
That you thoughtlessly threw
Due to the boredom of your own reflection
I am not a string of pearly witty conversation that you casually bring up when you aren't capable of employing stimulation
I am not a magenta lipstick you reach to cover up your mindnumbing gossip about the neighbors indecencies
You try to duplicate me and slip your right, then your left foot into vintage leather Jimmy Choos
Oh but your archless perception of life
Doesn't quite fit your soul next to mine
Empathy was never your strong suit
Oh but a tailored cold charcoaled judgement suit--that fits just.right.
Still you try to wear me, despite discrepancies
And oh how you hate the way I mock your silhouette
I clash with your champagne clings
You try to bash me against silverware but I remain mute
"Oh but if I can't make her an accessory, I shall make her an appendage!"
Oh how Christian and courteous of you
In the same way you asked your bridesmaid to step off the alter when she came out to you on that heavenly day
You ask me to be your brothers appendage
Oppressive and aloof
Asking was always a waste of time for you
You expect.