Life was already hard enough
Without you breathing down my neck.
You’re too close for comfort
And it makes me feel like I’m a bomb,
All wires and flashing lights.
You have hooked up explosives in my ribcage
And I’m ready to blow.
You feel like an anchor
Chained around my ankles.
You’re pulling me under.
No one told you I was hydrophobic.
When you embrace me
Your hands miss my waist and
Lock around my throat.
I can’t breathe with you standing at my door.
I didn’t want it to be this way
But you’ve forced your way in.
Like centipedes in the winter,
Like a butterfly tearing its way out of the cocoon.
You want this to be something beautiful
You want me to be more than a dream.
But I can’t let that happen.
I won’t let that happen.
I am thin wisps of smoke.
I am fog.
You can’t trap me in a jar.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
Life was already hard enough
Without you breathing down my neck.
You’re too close for comfort
And it makes me feel like I’m a bomb,
All wires and flashing lights.
You have hooked up explosives in my ribcage
And I’m ready to blow.
You feel like an anchor
Chained around my ankles.
You’re pulling me under.
No one told you I was hydrophobic.
When you embrace me
Your hands miss my waist and
Lock around my throat.
I can’t breathe with you standing at my door.
I didn’t want it to be this way
But you’ve forced your way in.
Like centipedes in the winter,
Like a butterfly tearing its way out of the cocoon.
You want this to be something beautiful
You want me to be more than a dream.
But I can’t let that happen.
I won’t let that happen.
I am thin wisps of smoke.
I am fog.
You can’t trap me in a jar.
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