When you’re a child you imagine.
When you’re an adult you mistakenly think you know.
When your old you just remember.
This world makes my blood boil
I love to much
I think too much
I break you too much
If I was a tree you could never rip up my roots,
until I let you.
I am inspired by your storm.
The madness seems to lose its effect.
I gain control over the insanity and flick
my hand and the buildings fall down.
I never liked that house.
I never appreciated it like you did.
You think you can take my place,
you’re welcome to its
all hell and confusion.
I can’t be everyone’s warrior.
Strip off your fear or something in the dark will get you.
Strip off your sadness or madness will kiss you.
I do not live on your plane.
“Can we just remove this label?!”
I am strong enough but not enough to take on a new storm or three.
I wish I could grasp you.
I wish you shed or more importantly bled.
We are only human here.
We are only what they see and decide and then we have ourselves
inside
in pain
and in love.
