The five letter word,
Said sarcastically,
As I show just the opposite of it,
Walking away,
Letting hips softly sway,
Ignoring the feelings bubbling up,
Grabbing a cup,
Coloring and drenching,
Watching colors stain the page,
Letting the water fade,
Seep through the paper,
Change the shape,
Bubbling in odd places,
Like my misplaced feelings,
Quietly reeling,
To a few people revealing,
A fraction of how I think,
Silently beginning to sink,
Into my mind,
Before distracting myself,
Putting everything on the shelf,
Drowning myself in the voices of strangers,
Removing dangers,
Left in the odd comfort of grown people,
Telling me things,
That remove any tiny stings.

It slipped away,
Not sure if I wanted it to stay,
Somewhere along those laughs,
Humorless jokes,
The ones that made me hide how much I wanted to choke,
Life from you and I,
This disguise,
Was very unwise,
It could peak through,
Like a toe in a broken shoe,
Not sure quite what to do,
Just keep laughing,
Making it worse,
A silent curse,
Of taking things too far,
Or possibly worse not far enough,
Being around humans deemed tough,
Sometimes necessary,
The answer will vary,
Depend on the human,
And time of day,
There I go starting to stray,
Looks like it all gets away from me.

Little necessary things,
Helping us measure,
Know at what point to sever,
Allows us to put things together,
Having us define forever,
Until these numbers take over the mind,
It was a curious find,
Look at these little things observe them,
Have control over them and can find their sum,
At no cost to anyone,
Simple adding,
Moving on to subtraction,
Multiply and divide,
Then apply it to life,
Mange intake,
See how many you can shake,
Quantify how much you feel fake,
Ignore that you may want cake,
Unaware that these numbers got to your head,
Taking over,
Run for cover,
Oh wait,
It is much too late,
Signs ignored,
Words stored,
Remembered at later times,
For worse rhymes,
Let the numbers dictate your life,
Or get away from it,
Ignore the nagging in your mind,
Just to try and find,
Peace,
Relief from what you put yourself through,
Becoming aware of these numbers,
Devouring feelings,
As a replacement for what you gave numbers the ability to steal,
You have hallow to feel,
Empty,
Slipping into sick number habits,
Let it fall away,
Deal with numbers some other day.

Sound out the words,
Made of letters,
Like gentle feathers,
Sliding over skin,
Wonders coming from within,
Not from you,
But from me,
Sometimes because of what you do,
Changing topic now and then,
Letting you see,
Just what lurks inside me,
Until you know it all too well,
Then I break the spell,
Let you see all I can be,
To see if you'll leave,
My heart is on my sleeve,
Yet there are pieces on the floor,
I should have sewn them in more,
My sleeve is bloodied,
From the broken pieces,
Cutting me open as they fell,
And well,
It's no change to you,
I shouldn't love you the way I do,
Shouldn't forgive when what you said was not true,
Yet I did,
And here I stand,
Holding what connects my hand,
To the rest of my body,
Tied messily to my long sleeve shirt,
Stopping the bleeding,
Somehow not the pain,
Realizing you and I are both to blame,
We are not the same,
This was not a simple game,
This was my heart,
And everything is even more torn apart.