Trapped

Am I trapped in you
Or myself, which is true
I linger in your presence
As I wonder

Maybe I’ll always feel this way
After the first want to stay
Leaves me feeling used
Leaves me feeling nothing

A doll who’s filled with questions
But alas she cannot speak
Staring blankly at the ceiling
Feeling useless, feeling weak

Who am I
Invertebrate
As far as I can tell

I’ve no control
Can’t feel my soul
I’m going straight to hell

Steal my fingers
Steal my toes
I don’t need them
Anymore

This earthly life
This body mine
Just throw me
To the floor

My mind is blank
My heart beats slow
Like youth has left me
Evermore

I’m waiting for my
Chance to go
Cause it doesn’t feel
Like life nomore.

Bind my hands
Powerless
Like a tiger in a cage

Once was reckless
Once was fearless
Once was stirred to rage

Summer

June, July, August
The months of the fall
Where feet aren’t beneath
As I float down the hall

Finding joy in the warmth
That summer can find
Throwing me to the tide
Leaving me to the kind

to the ones who I hunted
to the ones who were there
to the ones who did catch
to the ones who would stare

to the boys of the summer
for whom I fell so quick
left my heart, so vulnerable
and my head, so thick

if love is displaced
or withdrawn if you will
leaves me lost in the void
feeling physically ill

but sure as the sun sets
the summer will recede
leaving tears on my pillow
and an ever growing need