7/2/17

Looking at you, 
Feeling used.
Why do you give me so much attitude?
Don't you see?
I wish I could be attached to you, 
But what you got I just can’t do.
Your mind is hollow, it's shallow.
Blank.
I want substance, I want feeling.
Not a tranq 
 
My mind with you isn’t mellow open or raw
My feet can move fast enough not to be in your arms. 
 
So, get up, get out, give me space.
I need the feeling of my own breath against this place. 
This journey we took together was too fast 
I came on too strong. 
That’s the sort of person I’ve become
Rash, Rude, impulsive,
Often wrong.  
 
I wanted to be on my own. 
Be free to follow, free to roam or stayed at home
But now I know, 
Where I belong.
It's right here.
Up against this wall,
In your clutches, away from it all.  
No more running around or making a mess, 
All I'll do is get undressed. 
Throw my hands up,
Surrender. 
Feel no more.
I'm just your pawn in this cruel world after all.