delightfully untangled.

annoyingly nice and emotionally tearing. 

fuck. FUCK. ohmyfuck.

send my last words to those bastards who run a muck. 

i feel like i’m being force fed.

i can hardly slink out of bed, out of the covers & safety of cotton.

into a world where i  am so easily forgotten.

parts of me screaming at the others resistence.

that side whimpering at the sad existence.

each decaying pedal a heart bled out,

they tell you to erase every doubt.

so i try. i try. and i try some more.

only to be told i must give more. if i fly i must soar.

if i take two steps i better continue through the door.

to the window, painted in emerald flares.

framing a young girl with fire in her hair.

lift my coffin above a stem risen garden.

shake my spirit until i am unhardened.

they have molded the ground into a fading tilt.

picking every sprout before the wilt.

help me to understand, its impossibility.

help you to see all you do to me.