A blend of threads
Complex
Yet dead
Intertwining
Mingling
A braid on her head

She's young
Yet old
In mind
She's bold
Young girl
I could've told
Her
"Don't lose
that fierce sense
of self."

But she's gone
Moved on
Dismissive
She's become
It's like
Her identity
Was sold.

No more
Will she know
Who she is
She's only told
Things that don't make sense in her head.

She's lost.

There's nothing so unnerving that turns my stomach more
Than insults to the purpose that you were crafted for


Believing you are useless and letting that sink in
Penetrates much more than just the layers of your skin  


The thoughts that slept inside you were shaken from their sleep
And moved at the commandment you uttered through your teeth


So now they walk before you, directing every step
Gathering the people that swallow up your breath


Soon there'll be an army that marches on in lines
Connected at the tailbone, the bases of their spines


The coma they'd evaded was one that they induced
A spirit that convinced them that they were mass produced

I cannot keep you here with me
But I've misplaced my only key
So here we are behind the door
Locking eyes while fate's ignored

Too long I've held my tongue 'til blue
For fear that I would misconstrue
My own elusive thoughts in lieu
Of wanting just to be with you

But I was not expecting this
That love would mend what I had risked
The look upon your pallid face
Had soaked up hues of perfect grace

And open I have held my heart
You drifted in, became a part
Of this progressing work of art
Essential to our new restart

See, living is a sacrifice
And getting by will not suffice
For those who seek, as you and I
To spill themselves outside the lines