I need to be a little wreckless,
As my walls are closing in.

I set my house on fire,
And my will is running thin.

There is no way out of this,
Because I put myself here.

And as my destruction is unforgiving,
No hope lives here.

Are you obsessing, anxiously?
Looking for a hint,
Of any affect you've served,
On my inner psyche.

I've got the truth on my side.
Delete your memories,
Erase me from the ashes,
That once served a,
Summer's dream.

Trying to forget me doesn't make me,
Incomplete.

I existed.
And time will remind you,
And time will fight you,
And time will remember me.

All my life is complied,
Of belongings in a fire.

Souls dancing in the summer air,
Laughing at the expence,
Of everything,
I've ever held dear.

Exposing my soul to another level,
Of suicidal rage.

Just another burn out,
In my history of pain.

You saw I need space,

So you imprison me.

You attempt to lock me up,
Lock me out.

When I just need time to process,

You have this history,
Of a violence.

You kept me in a box,
You liked it when,
You made me feel small.

Perhaps it would work on,
Any other woman.

I am not,
Any other woman.

You saw I need space,

So you imprison me.

You attempt to lock me up,
Lock me out.

When I just need time to process,

You have this history,
Of a violence.

You kept me in a box,
You liked it when,
You made me feel small.

Perhaps it would work on,
Any other woman.

I am not,
Any other woman.

I can't count the amount of times,
I've packed my life into,
Cardboard boxes,
Of all shapes,
And all sizes.

I sit in a room emptying,
more and more as the days pass,
And I ******* hate it.

Where is home?

But I push on.
Keeping mental notes,
Of where I put my daily routine's,
Bits and pieces.

Where is home?

It seems I lose more of what I own,
Everytime I pack away parts,
Of my tangible soul.

No, it's true,
I don't have many things.

It makes it easier for when I have to leave.

I wade in what can,
Feel like eternity next to you.
When you're angry with,
me.

And I know that my,
Purposeful calmness can be,
Particularly irritating.
But,

I think the glass between us is,
Half full of sea water,
And,

There's an ocean,
Waiting to be full again,
So,

If, we can work together,
Setting differences aside,
I promise to always apologize.
Then,

We can return this glass,
Back into sand,
Which is a glass in it's natural,
Form.

We can,
Help the water can sink back,
Into our ocean that is,
Such an endless acceptance of,
Unconditional love.

And,
I can call our beach,
Home again.

Just promise not to look at me,
Through glass,
Morphing me into something,
You find hard to love.

Pour the anger out into the sand,
I'll hold you with my,
Damaged hands.