by catch business
i’m about to tell you what to do
i don’t mean to second guess
expressions only antagonize
the no longer uninformed
and always deconstructed
i define feelings but i don’t mean to
scare you like you scare me
now there are two of us
on this sweat soaked chair
i keep leaning forward
heavy handed and too heady
to stand up on my own
when you say
she suffers from A Cute Depression
i consider Your Intentions
i never recognized
my skill sets on my own
performing under the pressure
of the Same Old Scenery
let me submit to you
let me be the way you want
let me find a comfortable position
for this bent neck to rest
pretending not to hear
sounds other people make
little sirens moving oceans
assuring i’m safe
if you only knew how hard
i made it for my self conscious
insecurities as a meltdown
under the sun’s orbit tone
i muted to say you still love her
i can’t find a way to love my self
i can only find these words
i don’t think i’m going to give
because this is not a love poem
this is the way we look at each other
when neither of us know
how to stop shouting