you are like toothpaste
i stick on my face
that wont come off for a whole day
i wish you where the ending.
when i whipe it off
the pimples have gone away.
you are like my mind
you never shut up

why do you try to controll me..
do you want to be me?
with a slight switch
if i was a broken toy
you want my body
my genetics
and anything that employs
ME.
you wish you can destroy
ME.
so you can enjoy ?
your jealous
so you try to trick my mind
give me kind advice
as in if i was blind

bestfriend..?
you cannot redesign
what was already born to be shined

The way you play your harp,
effortlessly weaving your fingers
through those nylon strings
is oh so captivating.

The firm hold you have on your instrument,
secure, yet light enough,
being careful not to break
the mahogany frames.

The heedful ears you have,
used to listen to the echoing sounds,
your harp makes in response to
even the slightest flick of your finger.

The beautifully composed melody,
brought forth by the
dissonance and resolution
of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever known.

Wherever did you get the practice?
*Perhaps it was from toying with my heart.

you scoff as he rubs wings into my shoulders
and life into my mouth
i am free with him
he has cupped me in his hands like a butterfly
let me go so many times
but i come back
(because i was always his in the first place)

i wonder why you want to be tied around his wrist like a balloon
don't you have feelings, too
perhaps children cry when they let go of the string
up
up
into the sky
(too selfish to understand that you would be happy if you could just fly)

What is within your reach
Is in the soil beneath your feet
Or the tear on someone’s face
These things that you can touch
And nourish with your care
Can also be made to feel pain
If you think not of their very nature
But only what you would have them be

What you can only see
But not dig with a *****
Or wipe with your fingers
These things you cannot touch
That revolve all around us
Silently comforting us
Without our demands upon them
To be what we would have them be

What you chose to leave behind
Did you know what it was when you met?
Did you know what it was going to be?
Did you know the distance already traveled?
Was its promise too slow to grow?
Was it already planted when you found it?
Did you dig it up and **** its essence,
To be what you would have them be?

What you know now
Is the same that you knew then
The things you can touch
And the things you can only see
Haven’t changed though you have
But what will you do now?
Will you make them like you?
Or let them be what they must be?

it's funny how
you tried to tell
me how to feel and
how to act and what
to say when in the end
you turned out to be the
one without any self control

you can't call me at
4am and expect me
to apologize for all
of your mistakes and
you can't tell me what
to do all of the time
and call that love and
you can't question my
every move  and say
that it's all my fault and
you can't control me
anymore

Your love is like a caged bird
Beautiful when standing outside looking in
But imprisoning when you are the bird

I am scared
I feel I am walking
Endlessly
Round and round
In a circle
It feels like hell
And I am stuck

Someone controls me
Strings on the ends of my joints
Changing my movements
Keeping me down
Is it a guiding hand?
Am I being lead,
To where I should be?

Then I looked,
Repetitive burden
I want to leave
I will break free
It will be difficult
But it can never be worse
Than the hell I am in now