quiet my anxiety. put that finger to your lips and shush hush, push rush. pull breathe out toxins while inhaling just the same. thoughts loop around and around i’m a string on the ground, fixed on a cloud of love, warmth everything put on that cloud at birth so high in the sky i looked down on the struggles that laid in my eyes. how did i get here, was what i wanted this? this height as my nose bleeds. i look at you, you faced with machinery and guns foreign lands and lungs. what am i to have this status? strip from me my vanity
i’m tired of these tears falling down my face
i’m tired of reigning second place
a shadow cast by one who loves more than I
I swear i’m not an arsonist when he crumbles there and dies
whomever starts the spark holds power in their hands yet the power of the blaze must be illuminated by the air
where is my air
I hold the match and the passion. Now I wait.