When your world crumbles
And your feet stumble
With my words and ways
I will help to piece it all together

chalk outlines where I lay in the center of yet another linoleum tiled floor
brown eyes never looked so wild
& I was always told never to care for a wild thing
but you are captivating
and damaging
you take masochistic pleasure in watching me swim in this ocean of doubt you made for me
confusion sweeps me up in her arms and carries me up into the clouds, my vision blurs more so now, the fog creeps in on this island.
canopy beds snap at the sound of exotic birds buzzing in the background;
background, can't you just act like the island is deserted?
can't you just imagine their voices are further away?
we walked on soft seaweed but stepped on sea urchins along the way, and you couldn't heal both of us.
you can't always heal both of us.
sometimes the tide comes up to the palm trees and sometimes it only goes so far that we have to walk to it, meet in the middle
but all that matters is that there is still an ocean right?
would you even care if there wasn't?
would you still be doubting my every word, as if it was nothing more than the sound of sea breeze?

Follow The Leader,
I play.
... Lost as a dog.
Wandering,
through a dense fog.
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A girl without a voice,
born to follow...
not to rejoice.-------------------------------------------
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But now,
He tags along.
And before long, you see...
what he sees.
Following the leader,
as he plays.---------------------------------------------
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Only two,
and one behind.
Only when I realize,
I wasn't born to lead.
...Do I see, that he;

Is following me.

you don't see me.
it's as if I am hidden from you from behind a shroud
of distances, moments of past and deeper.
it's heavy in its mass I'd say because it keeps us far
it's thin and light in its appearance because it seems like there's nothing in-between
but we know
we see that we cannot see
we feel that we cannot feel anymore.