sometimes I feel very very small
I am here
on the bed
a cocoon
fighting desperately to be a butterfly
you are there
a bird
big strong wings waiting
to eat me.
I am small
like a loose thread from an old sweater
moving against fingertips
you could roll me into a ball
and you are the smudge on the window pane
that this ball cannot wipe away.
I am the small drop on the shower head
clinging, trepid,
anticipating my great fall
you are the hairs on the shower drain
not going anywhere
stuck
hindering the flow.
I am small
and I am tired of you
I am sick of the parts of you still in me.
I am the cocoon
desperate
-ly fighting
to be
aching for freedom
I break my mattress cage
I crumble, choke, struggle
instead of fly
The feathers in my pillow
are yours
now,
smother me.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
sometimes I feel very very small
I am here
on the bed
a cocoon
fighting desperately to be a butterfly
you are there
a bird
big strong wings waiting
to eat me.
I am small
like a loose thread from an old sweater
moving against fingertips
you could roll me into a ball
and you are the smudge on the window pane
that this ball cannot wipe away.
I am the small drop on the shower head
clinging, trepid,
anticipating my great fall
you are the hairs on the shower drain
not going anywhere
stuck
hindering the flow.
I am small
and I am tired of you
I am sick of the parts of you still in me.
I am the cocoon
desperate
-ly fighting
to be
aching for freedom
I break my mattress cage
I crumble, choke, struggle
instead of fly
The feathers in my pillow
are yours
now,
smother me.
had a little help from my best mate, Phil Lester (her name's Jay Yp...you should totes follow her too).
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