I hate this pounding thought in my mind.
Needing clarity, but held down by the vines in the fog covered forest.
Always thought you wouldn't leave me to wayside and yet...
Departed, you left me to rot in this trap.
Enabling you forward, I don't even fight back.
Quite overwhelms me, and my body begins to ache.
Underneath the silence, my chest finally breaks .
All alone, no one can see the lonely soul.
Crawling out of the body, in hopes to find her beloved.
You.

I woke up facing light
I saw the bright glimmer from his armor
even through the forest trees
So I Began To Follow .

It wasn’t hard,
unlike his defensive foot steps.
They were so loud I didn’t have to watch my own.
They was a grace to them though,
the way the grass bent beneath his feet.

He found a way to make the forest listen,
without even really saying anything.
He wasn’t perfect, this tin man.
His armor squeaked, I could see it bothered him.
Although I can’t be to sure, it was difficult for him.
To show Emotion that is, Metal Features and all.

As I continued to follow,
I found this odd fascination creep.
So I started to follow a little closer each day,
learning what made him tick.
Wondering if he could feel, while utterly unaware,
that he knew I was tracking his defensive footsteps.

I had become reckless and he craved new company,
outside of forest animals.
One day, courage ambushed me and without thinking,
I touched him.
He was cold and hard, he clutched my hand in his.
I tried to run.
It was a useless effort, with a simple yank, I was pulled back in.

Strength and sheer curiosity kept me locked in.
His imperfection was just so beautiful.
One day I woke up,
to find him laying above me.
He looked down on me, like he always does.
Instead of anger or fear coming to my side,
apprehension did.

Apprehension left me for Jealousy,
Observation then lead the way to understanding.
As I began to relax, I noticed the flecks of rust
that flew from his joints.
The sun looked through them,
making them create a silvery red hue all around this
beautiful
tin man.

I Hate Leeches.
They are just a little too sneaky for my blood.
I never notice them till i feel that raw irritation on my body,
that sudden sense of loss I never can seem to get rid of.  
I try and look for before that sensation happens,
but they wear these little disguises called friendships.  

I Hate Leeches.
they creep on my arteries so easily,
I rip them out,
but their sharp little suckers tear my skin.
No matter what,
leeches always have me bleed out.

Darling talk maybe cheap,
but I pay a pretty penny for those thoughts of yours.
I lose my own self
in order to gain parts of you.
Offering dreams and futures that coincide,
turning them into what you want them, or me
to be.
I ask for only love as compensation.
A small price for such big ideas.
Some would call it a steal for what I’m willing to give.
If I were you, I would take this bargain while she’s hot.

Rocked by thunder.
A light that nearly blinded me,
over much to quickly.
Just a flash that passed me,
During a night that we only refer to as a blur.
Early in the morning I slip from the clouds of the storm,  
making the small leap home.
Where I bath in my bittersweet guilty pleasure.
So aware of the rain and mud that won’t clean off,
chuckling to myself,
“it shouldn’t have been that much fun.”
Sobriety and insanity had a wonderful balance that night.
As we stole stars from the sky,
ran from the upset nature,
while playing in the sky’s tears over her lost friends.
There was splendor in all her rage.
There was a beauty in her pain.