Letting someone step round me,
and coiling further in my bed,
and editing my privacy,
and choosing to eat first, instead,
are gestures small for them to see
that I'm not going where I'm led
but this is something hard to be,
for one who believes what is said
and one whom, when they cannot flee,
is hoping that they can't be read
and one whom, as they can't be free,
once chose to live inside their head
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Letting someone step round me,
and coiling further in my bed,
and editing my privacy,
and choosing to eat first, instead,
are gestures small for them to see
that I'm not going where I'm led
but this is something hard to be,
for one who believes what is said
and one whom, when they cannot flee,
is hoping that they can't be read
and one whom, as they can't be free,
once chose to live inside their head
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