Expectations.

 

Expectations, burn like headlights.

Blind me like your silence.

Scream like birds,

And bow like nuns.

 

I’m sick and disgusted,

By this constant broken.

I hate that I’m human.

I hate that you’re human.

But more than that,

I hate myself,

For hating it all.

 

I write this to you,

Because I’d die for you.

But confusion paints you blurry.

 

I’d speak but you’d just shut me down.

I’d sing but you’d just cut me down.

I wish I was dumb like you.

 

{I wish I was numb.}

 

You are just light.

And I am just dark.

Nothing more.

And not much less.

 

I’d rise from this paper-maché womb.

Out of the fingers that keep me in constant yearning,

I’d twist the wrist that kept me,

Tossing and turning.

Fear cripples. Pain chuckles.

I stay put.

 

Silver winks from under shadows.

Hope for understanding,

Chokes through my throat,

And out my nose.

Just one more time.

One more cut and we’ll see the blood,

My shattered heart pumps,

Just so I’ll stay alive long enough,

For you all to devour my glass intentions once more.

Reviews

[Lyra H]

Interesting perspective...

[justjenn_2u]

Human instinct blocking what could be instead of taking the chance. Very intriguing. A good write.