Decapitated Dandelions

Escapism is for Loney Hearts

I am the feeling of breath in your lungs when you are hot and tempered
That passion is what I strive for
You see
I build off of your energy
Whatever menacing taunts you throw at me I will just come up with something harsher to say back
It will break both of us no doubt.
I can assure you that.
It is a learned tactic
I was brought up in an abusive home so I cannot control my fury
My flame

Its either too bright with rage
or not lit enough
Like this joint that I press between my lips chilled from the winter air
It reminds me of the past times I tried to keep myself hidden
I could scream at the wind all night and No one would hear me
It was a taunting feeling I enjoyed
To feel connected to something that I cared for
It was that smoke tendrilling out of my mouth
Softly it whisperered to me
Tiny secrets
It was not practicing escapism
It was rather becoming it
See, I would escape all the damage that you did you me.
It was me protecting myself

Maybe this is why I sneak out at night and lie to myself
I want to live a life that isn't mine
I ask my friends to steal it for me
So I can feel real for just one second
I WANT TO ESCAPE
Funny how I am just afraid of the wind now
Just as I am of your voice
It shouts jurisdictions that I cannot fathom to compete with
It shouts unreasonable qualms
This is why I taunt it