True passion
That's must be what I'm lackin'
What I have been asking / for
What I am after

And actually
You never asked me
How I felt about anything
And now I'm beginning to think
That I might matter

We all were trained to behave
Nod and wave
Mind your manners

Pull in your waist
Sit and wait obey
And wash our brains
for generations

And of course I did
'Cause like Ma
I'm expected
To serve him
Smiling
Without question

So I Stroke his fragile ego
Everyday
Out of fear they may
Throw a fit
And force me in a chokehold

Again...


HEY


Tell me
How's my throat feel
In your bony bh made fingertips
Careful there sweety
We wouldn't want
to cause a cramp


What I can't for
Is the day
You try and break
the wings of a real bh

Are you the catalyst?
Are you my muse?
My master?
My Shaman?
My guide?

Or some drifter who sparked something
Dead in me...
Too dormant to pry from
The floorboards by myself

I would've never seen
What I could be if you
Didn't light the match
You were,
Are,
Will be,
my hidden passion
Inspired if you only did
what I was asking

We could somehow,
Still be
Now the tables turned
If only you could deal with me
You were my peer
Yet my professor
Froze any lessons Into lectures
Pressure is setting in

Hope you know I'll always be
Your biggest fan
Flat characters in a bad romance

I coulda wrote
with half my wit tied
behind my back
Doesn't make this any less real
The ritual thins the veil
Please tell me
you can feel ...
This
Whatever IT even is
Are you my mystic ?
Or my mediator ?
My handler ?
Or myself ?
Displayed on a face

I've hallucinated
Just to keep me company
Yet you reply
And react
as if you were made to

Maybe your the simulation
Or were tailor made to
make me whole
I dunno...

If ya like it,
Then ya shoulda
Put a (promise) ring
On it

Oh wait, you did!
and then convinced
me that I should


try




again



"Take the risk it might be worth it"



"What'd I tell you?



...it It never is"

I love me
Then I  love  me not
One second I am thriving,
The next, stirring the ***

A topic that's somewhat sensitive
Is that I'll never know peace
No! **** that!
Don't be, just a subject
Of your conditioning

I'm here
To treat you
With decency
And teach you

How to see
right through the
*******..

"Well, wait, now what if
I can't now, not soon, not ever
See through it"?

"Now that's where this
Thing called trust comes in"

"Well here's the problem
With that is,
I don't"

You can do your best to stay away
Shameful in an insane amount of ways
Play the role although,
I wanna break....
The rules, your paintings, your face
Without paper the pen tends to dries out
And so it always goes
The poet starts to doubt herself
Like
Never
Before
What I adore's
Is what I deem important

I can't handle
This web
You've got me tangled
Up in

Still feel
As if
My stomach's
getting pumped  

Oh, I wish you could win my
Fuggin' trust back
But  its  tragic
You say
You. dont. want. to
Win it back
Quit getting upset
Because I don't see that happening


You claim I come up
Assumptions
Come to find out
Your secrets are
gut wrenching

So I'd rather not unpack here
Or uncover anymore,
She can clean out
Your closet next time

I can take a hint
............

I'm trying to take the hint
.......

But it's like I've  just been body slammed

She is such a.....

**** for black pepper
with her amateur
Symbolic ***** ****
...............
I bought it

Watch as they bounce me
Across the
Family's hot topic list
I live for big business

Now inching  
toward industry
with such relief
Let's keep
Moving
Jeeeeeeezzzz

What the hell
Is any of us even
doing here?


How weird
I can hear
some kinda cheering
From the atmosphere

Or is it an orchestra?!

I love it even  more
Than the day before
.....

just for the allure
Okay, say when..
The Gods like to
pepper in
a bit of horror
to make a story

More interesting..