EmeraldDWatters

A fine mess of things you have made. Here I handed you pieces of me. I allowed you to drink my trust. I allowed you to devour my secrets. I bathed in your promises, And dined on your lies. You, I can't stop thinking about. You rouse an air of protection in me. I never want to see you hurt and when I sense some hidden malice attacking you, that double edged sword of love cuts in to my very flesh. I ache to run my fingers over your face, my lips over your shoulders, and keep you hidden from all your woes. Yet you scorn me. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Yet here I am. Defenseless. Fury-less. A mewing kitten at your

Some days I feel like I have had an epiphany. Everything is clear and I have sorted out that Miserable concoction of fear and ache I feel better for awhile The sky is so blue It is a precarious lie that I weave for myself Because beneath that deciduous mask Is the unstable frame of lies not worth telling And they all tumble down like a house of matches I don't even know what I'm looking at anymore Then I walk around painfully aware That every thought will lead me to another And so it is best not to think for now Not the future, and definitely not the past I forgot what I was supposed to be looking at When the fear and craziness

Some days I feel like I have had an epiphany. Everything is clear and I have sorted out that Miserable concoction of fear and ache I feel better for awhile The sky is so blue It is a precarious lie that I weave for myself Because beneath that deciduous mask Is the unstable frame of lies not worth telling And they all tumble down like a house of matches I don't even know what I'm looking at anymore Then I walk around painfully aware That every thought will lead me to another And so it is best not to think for now Not the future, and definitely not the past I forgot what I was supposed to be looking at When the fear and craziness

If you love something Set it free If it comes back It's yours to keep But what of you Who has set free The willing captive Unwilling to leave "Shoo bird, go on, be free" You say as she cries Calling out for her cage During the night So if you hear that bird on your stoop You need not feel guilty that you heart isn't stirred It is simply the keen of a newly freed bird

Artfully stretched into your side I bury my insecurities in your heart My head on your chest My tears in your stomach All the more relaxed I become Knowing that I am myself And that you are not me Yet you crack Like crystal under the weight of song I feel perhaps I buried too much And my tears have swollen you up Now you have no stomach for me The silent stretches stretch me too Thin and uncomfortable Ready to snap To break under the strain of fear I try to be silent too Waiting and careful Unable to bear the thought Of my happiness killing you