We told each other about our pains
Usual occurrences, reliable sources
It was a verbiage of the same stuff
Back and forth, back and forth
Taking turns talking until the sky got dark
Then I left in the middle of the night
I listened to the heavy rainfall
Enthralled
The millwheel had been greased
In the secret garden passage
I was a paranoid wreck
It was touch-or-go
Around peril like a rose petal
I kicked the topsoil, feeling tender
Like an aching muscle or a sore wound
Breaking free from the cocoon
I was unbalanced
The moon thief came with a diagnosis
I exclaimed it was pigeon gossip
I didn\'t believe it, at first
I thought, am I in denial, feeding myself lies?
Telling myself I\'m fine, when I\'m not
I know something\'s wrong
I can feel it
Something\'s in my throat
It could be a frog or a Lionheart
Or else it could be a knife or maybe a key
Perchance it\'s a light to somewhere
I can feel it, irking me
At the most maddest of moments
One minute everything is fine and the next
It\'s as if my world is coming to an end
I don\'t mean to be dramatic, but
My fingers are spiders
Needles
I\'m bending into shapes I\'ve never been in before
Going to new places I want to explore
I\'m still so young but I feel like it\'s going to end
I can\'t erase the feeling
When I turn I\'ll walk into doors
It\'s been dull like this for months now
The sun doesn\'t come to the rocky peak
I figured it out, I\'m a tormented soul
A Greek tragedy in deafening silence
I refrained from exploding
Fell asleep high in the clouds
Tangled in the cigarette smoke
I had dreams about pretty things
But thought, in all my attempts to study the sombre night
I never did get it quite right
Walking wet streets with a silver sheen
Moony on Mulberry Street
American-themed, provocative images
Like mute potatoes, banished to the shadow realm
I put my night kisses in pockets
I am imprudent
Willow shoots like the messenger
The mastermind with the monkey wrench
Like ribbons or a fancy signature
I couldn\'t follow the rules
So I dropped out of high school at fifteen
With nothing but pipe dreams and a particular taste
I watched the typical birds on grand trees
Had to grow up fast and find my voice
With a million and one things on my mind
I tripped and fell into a pool of emotions
Familiar with bad timing
This year I will turn twenty two
I haven\'t really thought it through
I tend to go with the flow, hoping I\'m in fine fettle
I looked in the mirror, it was me, standing there
With tired eyes and a tired face
Ready to start the day gingerly
I can\'t forgive myself, can\'t let it go
I can\'t seem to get a control of things
Or a grip on reality and I\'m slipping away
Each day I smile like everything is perfect
But inside I\'m dying with each step I take
Twig-like, I break.