Do not allow your voice
to be heard only in
the lullabies of sad songs.
You create the world you see.
Take it in your hands
and squeeze.

I am the personification of power
my voice callous and cold
with a burst of aggression can tear
through an insecure mold

You are but a delicate child
-weak willed and short miled.
There is nothing vulnerable in me
-strength of a thousand women, you see.

I was raised in the care of addiction
my life is fact and yours is fiction.

I found you in the shadows of that smoke stained room.
Your hair was blue then, what a shock
against the grey of lakeshore avenue.
You were the vision of a sparrow's wing
Unhindered by the choking fumes.

You find me today, sun beams flaring out from a cruel arched brow.
What a picture i must have made then
In comparison to now.

Somewhere along the way our softness seemed to delegate itself,
job rotation of the pessimistic.
I still imagine the way naivity tasted on your lips-

Chocolate dipped dreams. I could hear your voice for hours on end,
And still call you again at 3am.
Now every tone is under the line
of a jaded cat's whiskers.

I am impassioned, every word
Enflates my spirit until
It is too big. You are taking
Out that thin steel pin
And looking for the best spot

You want to let that heavy sadness in.
I know it well, I remember the
Way it felt to love her. So warm,
but now the new day calls-

And you are clicking closed the shutters
While i am throwing on my runners.

If you won't come with me I'll go alone

You turn out the light
You say "go"

Mallard's squabble in the sifting waves
The picture splits in two
Every new moment, every adventure
All my definitions have
Something to do with you

Shoot a firework up my spine and you will find
You’ve only added a match to a fire,
I am a burning star,
a collapsing empire.