h a n d i n g
over the grave,
just to snatch your attention
lies upon li es and m
o r e
l ies
spaced in between yelling:
'I'm still here!'
with anger towards thing included
in such matrimony and forgiveness
expectations over the grave
everyone is exactly the same
i am not a privilege and don't deserve you,
or you or you (or you)
patience gone, over the grave
they think it's so easy
finding somewhere to belong
and it is easy
but i chose the hard way
(i'm still here)
aided by loneliness,
(why are you crying)
i am crying too
with stepfive:
Self acceptance and forgiveness
falling down the grave, over the other graves
sucked in by the simple beauty of it all
all around me is a painting
sometimes grey, or blue
sometimes all hidden in little boxes,
getting quieter...and quieter
mixed in with style
breathing in, and out
to remember i'm human like the rest of you
so much worse, so much better
i'm still here, and vulnerable
as i hear you breathe in, and out,
turned around your head feeding stepfive to me
but i can swallow as i am the one who needs my choke myself
on self-acceptance and forgiveness
not for one thing, but for many, but most of all you
and all the sighs released are my oxygen
my beautiful, my gorgeous work of art,
why do you throw me over the grave?
I'm still here, vulnerable, and sorry,
choking on stepfive (looking at you)