i wish you'd stop begging me to dive into the "depths" of your mind.
i'm pretty sure that i'd crash into the concrete floor and break my neck.
it's not as deep as you think.
i live in the valleys of love and language.
you reside under the train tracks of greed and manipulation.
i love life. you love how they painted it for you.
& i'm not mad-
but i wish you'd stop trying to mend our hearts like heated steel -
you cannot melt me into love.
you cannot scold my mind into submission ... you knew that when you met me.
you knew that my thoughts were little bee hummingbirds, dipped in grease.
we told you not to try and clip the wings.
No comments:
Post a Comment