I've never known how it feels to be free
For my superstition has a hold on me
Hopelessly claiming both faith and religion
Aware they can't exist together within
Yet to exist isn't my goal
Afraid to surrender one, I pay the toll
Alone in my thoughts I long for more
Blindly picking up pieces of the puzzle on the floor
My biggest fear is to be defenseless
To fear is to know so I isolate my senses
If ignorance is bliss then I envy those in pain
Numb to reality I try to feel in vain
All because of a four letter word I'm afraid to say
While searching for the right words I got lost along the way
Lost in the shadows of my own thoughts
The more I try to escape, the more I get caught
Looking for a way out is hard when you can't see
Dreaming of fairy tales only distort reality
But it's hard to paint without an easel
Putting it together I feel so pieceful

he cursed me
in clumsy cursive
on a note left for me to find
"you are a child in this world
where we always have to part
with the ones we love.
be happy."
he was 27, tall and dazzling,
a full chinese calendar between us.
we went down on each other that night.
an interc(o)urse of sorts.

parting
is splitting your life
(i'm a child on this earth)
like an earthworm.
both of us wriggling away.

parting
is breaking
(with the ones we love)
a bone.
no telling if we heal.

parting
is going to pieces.

(be pieceful)