through my teeth.

The building blocks on the table spell out how I feel
about you, about me,
I can read them but I just cant say them
the words fall through my teeth like a slippery eel
wriggling writhing to find its way back 
to the cold comfort of the deep, the dark, the erie...
The thick black water called memory

The ground holds you up like I wish I could, 
but every time I try you get up and walk away.
Every single time I wish that you'd stay.
I'd chase you but my feet are made of clay,
so I just stand there and wish you understood
that in my position my only option is to always fall prey
to these feelings you give me when you walk my way

You're with a bad crowd and I want to help
but the ones you trust are the ones who balk,
they shout and yell, they shut out he sound to you when i talk.
I wish my feet weren't made of clay so we could go for a walk,
so i could tell you you've more cards than you think you've been dealt.
now all I hear is the sound of a clock, with a tick, then a tock
and my heart sinks like a stone, a boulder, a rock.

Because my time's run out, the clay has set.
so here I'll stand here forever
trying and crying as every hope and dream falls through my hands together,
with the eels swimming through my head.
My teeth are a dam abandoned long ago holding back water that needs to flow.
I can't speak, I gotta shout, I've got to find the words and get them out,
because I can't, I wont, I need to, I don't, I've got to find these words and let them go.

Reviews

[NJ Schneider]

Wow. Reeeeeally loved this. The rhyme scheme was excellent and yet very subtle. I don't know why you wish to write like me when you're so much better! Haha. Really great imagery and awesome imgaination. Love love love it.

[Lily Mae]

An intense write.. I can feel your sense of helplessness with her.. I love all the ways you describe for us how you feel. The feet of clay, teeth of an eel. I only hope that someday she is able to see you standing there, loving her.. Great write..xx