knotshere
Your fascinating gaze:
I can't break that stare.
The glitter in your eyes -
the type that you loathe in reality
that gets stuck on every inch and
once it's there you can't wash it off.
You're saying "need me."
Without.
These precious seconds spent, and
lost in this brief moment,
I'm diving into that reflecting surface.
Hoping, wanting, begging to get lost
inside you.
I didn't have a plan for this one.
There wasn't a real way out,
hiding in wait.
I didn't have any goals with this one.
There was no foundation to build on,
i never expected duration.
I had this sturdy wall, a fence of all
And then,
I forgot all about that idea
and you were in.
Your biting guilt
the submerged feelings
of relief as my hands caress your face
of bliss at our embrace.
Your pleading mind
the logic behind time
the probability of morality.
Your consciousness escapes
to revel in the pleasure
to produce a "clear" stop sign.
I'm pleased to know
that in some concept,
you are thinking of me
Leap over the fear
the regret
the resentment.
You are the one to blame
for all the advantage taken.
So leap over the idea
that you are not your best.
Leap to grasp something that resembles
belief in yourself
in freedom.
something that produces results
for good reason
think of the false
the pretense
the idiocy of wanting someone to play lip service
to the idea of providing a "service"
just call this what it is,
or I can't stomach the idea
strung out
strung on a line.
someone somewhere listens intently
as you string them along.
there is no point in stringing these words together -
everything you say is
as jumbled mess.
bird plane super man
flying high until the kryptonite
brings me down with
fire crackers in my ears
the harsh sound of silence
the end of flying and
someone shouting
the sounds are lost
bird plane super man
no, it’s just you
capturing the frightened mouse