i am a
horse
on a
carousel
with four legs
built to run
but i insist
on retracing
the same
circle

they called me crazy
for refusing to pick flowers
for saving spiders from the kitchen
and for talking to birds rather than humans

they called me crazy
for clawing at my wrists
for eating my own words
and for tearing out my hair for allowing myself to feel

nothing ever satisfies
when you worry about the endless amount
of "they"
and "them"
and what "they" think

nothing ever satisfies
when "they" meet your demons
and "they" make a home
in your own ******* ribs

and all those times
you kissed me
you were just
putting your
thumb
over my
lips

i asked if you loved me
and you said yes
but i do not know
if yes is yes
or yes is no
because you wrote
your own dictionary
and it is not written
in any language
that my heart can
understand

Love
is just a ****** up
way of saying
"I own you now"

being stabbed 1000 times
through the chest
with a rusty blade
over and over again
with your feelings and emotions
gushing out of you
feels the same
as someone telling you
that they don't
love you anymore

I am just
another flaw
on the skin
of society

I can't take back
The words I never said
Because they stay on my tongue
Like liquor on a alcoholics breath