Killing me softly with his love.
Any love,
I've been so hurt,
And I'm running on empty.
Believing that I have a ******* grasp on my sanity.
Tired of reaching aimlessly
Towards a sick society
With no ******* courtesy.
Living in an utter false reality
Surviving off thirst for currency
And desperation for any consistency
Slowly learning to accept
That it's almost pointless
To tell myself that one day
I will be happy.

If I were to run, where would I go?
Who would I see?

Would I be safe and sound?
Or in danger risking my life?

Would I still be me?
Or would I create a new identity?

Would I still love you?
Or would you not exist?

Would I still have these scars?
Or would fresh ones appear?

Who would I be?
Where would I go?

I am in limbo
      between universes
between stars
I am ensconced
       in my own light
in tangible luminance
stored deep inside
                   tiny
                      glass jars
I am whirling into new orbit
     as I take on this luster,
                 this shine
I furl forth choices
in magic spells weaving
                   and take back        
what was always
so rightfully mine
I now hold the staff
      that will part the seas
of my new way
       in this labor
because, honey, there
ain't no time
to waste
no horse
        no glowing, knighted savior
Until this hour
              I was crawling
         but I now I start to rise
as I have my final say
               and the northern lights
         spew out from behind my eyes
I am through with
          this land of ice, land of jagged spires
It is time to bust up
             all those submissive plans
          and spray the whole
place with arctic fire
yeah time to mark it
juice it up
till it licks up pain, till it burns
release pent up years
              of unneeded conflict,
of tensed up
           twists and turns
so just you try
to break me apart
as I try to navigate
between tectonic plates
on two lands
The only knight here
          is my own true self
the situation neatly
in my
     hot little hands

Lost in a landfill of thoughts,
Blocked by my heart
Till finally it was caught.
High hopes have taken over
And life is always an exposure.
With reality killing spirits
Just trying to keep composure.
I just hope you hear me,
Crying out for a plea.
Only wanting everyone to stand back and really see,
That I forever am and will always be just me.
Realistically speaking,
I have always yearned to flee.
Figuratively speaking you don't want to know me.
And I will always love and be loved gratefully.
But please do proceed cautiously.