I walk in a silence I’ve never known before
Breathing in expectations that catch in my throat
It’s so hard for me not to rhyme, I…I’m breaking my pattern.
You didn’t let me go. You threw me to the ground and set the forest ablaze before you took off running. There’s no trace of you now. Only ash.
In my heart, though, the fire didn’t catch.
(Who was it that gave you the match? )
Happier times are left behind
Are you glad this war is over?
It continues to rage for me and it’s baffling
That you’d still roll on your back for her
A mother, it’s true, but I have a mother too
And she will never see what’s inside.
I know she holds you in her grip
A small fawn taking all her spit
My dear William your debt cannot be paid.
Just remember my sweet voice and realize you still have a choice
I will not hate you for running away
My hummingbird heart beats slow these days
Some kind of apathy has taken over the reins
And being a broken wreck like this
Isn’t it meant to call in some sort of metamorphosis?
No. I’ve changed on my own. But their decision, and your acceptance, has worn me to the bone.