Her eyes locked me in their deadly tango. I was afraid to look at her, and afraid to look away. She was hypnotizingly horrible, captivatingly cruel. Her eyes were as sharp as a hawks, underneath that silver, bowl haircut. She looked like a soldier from the Middle Ages, fiercely prepared for battle.
I thought about the choice that lay in front of me. How can I describe it?
Two doors. Identical. Both made of some kind of hard wood, plain brass door knob, and nothing exceptional surrounding them. Just two plain doors in a plain room. It was funny though. I knew that whichever I chose would influence my life greatly. Any choice does, really.
I don’t think I saw it coming. Life was always like that, creeping up on you. I didn’t know you were going to appear to me. I didn’t know we were talk for hours about meaningless things. I didn’t know you were going to make me happy. And I most definitely didn’t know you were going to save me.
So you and life crept up on me. Masters of stealth you were.
The chains you’ve wrought
are wound around my wrists.
I can’t run away from you
and you drag me
until there’s nothing but you, me and the darkness.
I don’t know whether I want to run away,
or whether I just enjoy the chase, and pull, and haul.
You’re just taking me down
into loving you.
The girl stood at the edge of the precipice. That’s all that I could see. This tiny silhouette, backlit by the dying ember that was the sun. I wanted to call out, pull her away from that ledge, but the two halves of my mind were on two different planets, one admiring the eerie beauty of this girl in danger, and the other crying out for me to save her.
I guess all I can do is hold my tongue,
wanting to call after you,
and just watching your back as you walk away.
I can’t tell you what’s on my mind
for fear that you’ll just
like all the others.
I will stare at you in wistful reverie
Wondering how we came to be.
It’s sad to think I can just pack up
Just leave with my collection of trinkets,
That’s all they’ll ever be.
This is the end here.
I will leave you all behind.
All you can ever be
is my memories,
packed into one little suitcase,
left in a box on the shelf,
blown away with the dust.
I can’t feel it
Packaged up and shipped on
like some plastic little clone.
I don’t have feelings
Emotions are overrated,
This place is a trap,
it’s my box.
And all I can do is wait
until I get plucked off the shelf
as a defect.
Your hands enveloped my tiny fists.
Your feet were giant platforms which guided mine into waltz.
I could hug you and all the baddies,
would run and run and run.
You are my orbit. You are my rock. But above everything else
you are my daddy.