I can feel your old self coming back
To haunt me, your
Sly grin spreads
A Saturn return... May I refund it?
Taunting, your mask hides
What I've already known
Warm warm weather reminding me of
That time
Those times
You made me feel as though
I might die
Lies, have that power
No more?
You told me you wouldn't leave me for another
But you've done it before
You told me you'd stay
Instead, you walked out the door
Overwhelming fear
Screams so deafening
Till it all becomes clear
Your gaze averts my eyes completely
Looking for an out, but why?
Why why why why why why why
Have I turned
Into a regrettable
Insatiable
Monster of Interrogation
I want your hands
To cover me like a shield and claim, "mine."
But in the same token, I still wonder
Will those same hands
Asphyxiate
When I get out of line
And this is where I ask the question:
We're the voices Julliard heard in his head just
Paranoid delusions
Or reality
Just
swept
under
the rug
Too taboo for discussion?
Let's just pretend it's not there
Perhaps it will just go away on it's own