You caught me singing in the waning light of day
So you decided to cut my tongue
You caught me dancing in dim twilight night
So you bound my feet in sick delight
You heard my thoughts as they ran free with pen and grace
So you took my hands and bound them in lace
You took my voice, my delight and encumbered my speech
But what you can not take is my mind
For that my love is and always will be solely mine.

We are birds in a cage
Taught that we are free
While we molt to the skin
Under the eyes of a neglectful owner
We sing praises of individuality
Thanking them for a drop of water

Your like a fun house mirror
Distorted
Warped from every angle
Shifting molding and retrograde
The smooth sultry beauty of your silver smile is a trap
You reflect your sickness
And for a time I believed you.

No I can't spell it out for you
Its never going to be that simple
Words are hollow compared to their feeling
Often misconstrue
If you'd just feel the way
I do
There aould be no distance between me and you

"I love you"
1:00 am admissions
Eyes creaking open, head throbbing
Dehydrated from sorrow
Desperate words, wrapped in midnight magic
Said in the hush, secreted under the door
Sweetened by the bitter knowledge of love but not in love
Re-opened once more to hurt
Hearing regret, slapped by reality
Burdened by its curse

The more I walk from who I used to be
I see her like a shadow in the back of mind
Still gripping his hand waving, happy
I feel his deceptive smile crawling upon his face like the many legs of a creeping insect
Deceit on his lip stick touched mouth
Her oblivious countenance innocent like a child

Hearing laughter I look forward
Some half drunk bumbling idiot, watery eyes locked radar pleading escapism
Too focused behind
I know her too
I'd know those curls anywhere
I feel where she's going, what she's trying to avoid
That wrong side of lonely
Curled around her memories trying not to feel.

Lip stick stains the flesh of the mouth
The rim of a glass
The side of a straw
Coats the flippant strand of hair leaving little red streaks on the cheek
It melts in the sun, dripping into the mouth with the taste of wax
It brightens the white of the teeth and shadows the black of a bruise
It compliments the eyes, those brilliant blues
That cupids bow dripping red from a swollen nose burst brighter
Shadows and contour that girl is on fleek
That little red tube is nothing if not unique