Meal

I think if I’d let myself be happy for the moment I wouldn’t lose elegance

Whilst there’s beauty in my pain, the comfort is overbearing, I hate this stance

I’d like to be the lamb you need, the herd of floral and perseverance 

But as the time comes you’ll lose that adherence

You’ll realize I’m a fox hiding in the coop 

When I’m no longer remedied and my eyes begin to droop

You’ll file my teeth down when I begin to bite

The caps aren’t squared so I can’t be soft or quiet

In my mind I see the music we share until your ears get bored

Maybe it’s too much or too little, maybe I bring you to snore

My body still aches with that urgency to tear off this shell

I’d like to bleed all my insecurities away till you see nothing but a belle

I can’t say I feel complacent within my thoughts

I I feel disgusted, rather distraught

Will you one day grow hateful of these bones and grind them to dust

I’d rather be turned into broth that you drink than meat you sever out of fust