the sound of a smell
the feeling of a sight
the weirdness I feel
has never felt so right
typical human qualities
drive me insane
it's those ones
that get the human brain
it just doesn't flow
well I don't have flow
I have a different kind of mojo
one that is distinct
everybody recognizes me for
the one that gets overlooked
and people don't quite look for
in a race I come in last
just to embrace
the flow of the wind brushing past
yes
you have come to realize
I care more
**for the meaningless things

you're raking your fingers through your hair
again
scarring my heart
with the calmness in your eyes

your words tumble out
like the light that glints
on the top of the river
drowning me
in what they all think is fragility

your smile
is a tattoo that i wear imprinted
on my wrist
where you would kiss me
murmuring
how i smelt
like the rain
in summer

drag me under you
again
i don't mind being in the darkness
when there are stars
resting above your shoulders

trace an atlas
over my pale cheek

make a mark
for all the places
we will never see

consellations
that swear above us
how we can never be
shadow
the black cat
that you say
must be chasing me

i am not frightened
of my body
being contained
by another

i am not frightened
of my thoughts
being consumed
by a him

i am not frightened
of my heart
being broken
seven years
of bad luck

i am not frightened
of you
or him
i am only frightened
of the one
who can capture my soul
who can own me
with a whisper
a glance

when you smile
claiming to own my body
you really own
nothing
of me