The Accident

I drunk your drunk. I swept away your words. I breathed the air that abruptly stole your last. I didn't mean to stop the ease of perfection. I swear I just went along. Emotion somehow engages us and marries our measures. I now am unable to cause anything because I'm caught up in this craze called life. Forget this and you have forgot nothing. In the end we remember this notion in sorts. It feels like there is a necessary apology but apparently it's the unforgivable that keeps us mad.

I tried to unfind

You won't go away.  I run.  I sleep.  I push.  I drink.  I eat.  I JUMP.  You are still here.  I break myself into pieces and only come up with a puzzling answer.  None of it makes sense.  I cash in and and no one will give me change.  I stand there.  I beg.  I beg!!  I just want a little trust.  Honestly, if you gave me what I ask for, I would be back at the beginning.  You gave me the end when it all began.  Trust you that I believe me. 

My major minor

I told you to stop and your voice kept on wrangling.
I read you a story and your heart stopped pounding.
I breathed and you bled.
I screamed and you found.
The hole that you dug grabbed everything and nothing.
I searched like I had seen.
My premonitions were my dreams.  My dreams were as tangible as my driving.  Of course it seemed otherwise but you steered off road.
Complacency set you free for the moment.
You cried the tears of refuge and begged for all answers.
When you awoke, there was nothing but smoke and shame.
I criss-cross your eyes and dot your toes.
The jinks of the janks have kept you subdued but now that you are broken - I brand you: subservient.
Good luck in your travels and fear only the beast.
You speak as if you were angled when all they see is this perfect circle.
I bow to you just like the others - out of discipline and societal reasoning.
Never will I succumb to this eternal death.
The only ones that really die are the ones that lose their shadow.

Girl Power

I have been deduced by the former and regarded by the interior.  Please escape the ladder and fall out.  I have nothing to give except the things that I have been forgiven.  Therefore, no one will have redemption.   Speak softly.  You're voice is piercing and it's in all the wrong places.  Your face makes me cringe and I should love the bird that you are.  Your health sickens me as it is in the best of predicaments.  Please hold your tongue -- it may be your only good forturne.