I don't know how not to punish you
For your curiosity, for stepping out of bounds,
For hunting for your chance to grasp
The heaven I can hide behind...
And I don't blame you, dear,
For not holding on blindly, foolishly,
To something that can easily leave behind
Any and all once she has made her mind,
And I don't blame you for not grasping at fog,
For I am nothing more than a mushroom cloud.
And I don't know how not to punish you
For something I'd encourage you to do...
For something I'd want you to search and find,
For feeling like you're leaving me behind.
And I can't help but pull away from where we touch,
From where our seams overlap, fron where our lips collide
And I want nothing more than to run and hide,
Pretend none of this matters, that I am just a storm,
That you're a quiet port that I can just run from,
But I don't know where I sit or stand,
But I'm floating away... I cannot touch the sand.
Monday, June 26, 2017
Punishment
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