An idea- a piece of mind, I am.
A drop of a pen…that fell yesterday.
You must have forgotten to pick it up.
Bought by books, moved by movies,
sold by syllables spoken in attempts of seduction-
persuasion to fill an idea.
Feeble attempts of kindness-
You try to mold a mirage of…
I’m going to make a run for it
And drop everything I grasp
I loved you once but not again.
You’re a safety net, but I’m ready to stand.
On my own.
I took a hammer to my walls, my own source of misery.
My madness slips through
To expose; inside and out.
Here I am, straight on. Full force.