I am not a bush

I am not a bush 
I don’t wish to be pruned
But sure enough the dagger cuts

I am not a plant
With my roots in the ground
But why is it each step is hard to take

I did not ask for this angel who sits inside of me
Oh
Nor for this darkness
That seems
Bound to me

If you are going to cut
Then cut
Throw the bigger out

Oh if only I had some time sometime
Some twine
I could tie back the wings wet birthing in me
Premature

Or with the ease of sleep let loose
This anger
And in one great rush go all
The tensions between us
But you would still be lost

I have friends my age
But I feel like their children
Oh I don’t know what age I really am
But my body is not so forgiving

All my life I have just wanted to play
Do you remember 
When we drank wine and ran through the field
My legs felt like they touched the sky behind

And the way we both looked at each other
Before the race began
I can I can I can
Then we just did
And could