Pulled strings not known to either mind
Hollowed out recesses and stripped down strands
Of thought and hurt
I am the sea
And you the sand
I don't like the caves created
I don't like the fleshy strands, hanging down
I don't like the fog around my judgement
Like a thick cloud, winding it's way
A cancerous poison
A dangerous weapon
Through my core, my heart, my all
I am the waves
And you the shore
I have said things I've sworn never to say
I have hurt some people
And disquieted myself, and fallen far
Along the way
I am the night
And you the day
I've used metaphors I'd never use
I've thrown dramatics I
Now despise
I've listened to your heart
And answered mine
And cared for us in a dark pit
Where daylight freezes
In icebergs of hell
And I am the oyster
But you are the shell
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