there's more than you
sure, we're all at the center of our own spiderwebs
pulling and grasping at each other,
and we all think we're the center of everyone elses' as well
the sun to their globes, but as stars, we
twinkle through the atmosphere and fade again,
leaving nothing, no lasting mark on our orbits
you think your star is the brightest in my sky
but honey, I'm the brightest.
I am my own star.

I don't need permission to fit my own vision
**** on giving in to this system prison
it's all fiction, i stiffen when i listen
i'm driven by the hissing of friction

it's my decision to resist with suspicion
unforgiven for fits written like a religion
lists of wishes and living submissions
on a trip to distance myself from tradition

Tell me a cliche
Please
Tell me good things come
to those who wait
I'll tell you my story
Tell me everything happens
for a reason
I'll punch you in the face
Do explain.

Tell me there's a soul mate
out there waiting for me
I'll show you ten thousand
who never found even a friend
Why am I any different?
What makes you think I'm special?
Because you know my name?

Do you remember
how you gave yourself to me-
the simple act of resting your head
on my bare chest
Your hair wasn't perfect anymore,
and neither was mine
But what we'd just done meant nothing
All significance was held
in the way your arm laid across me
I was strong, wasn't I?
You were safe, weren't you?
Did my fear of losing you
scare you away?