Finding footing

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Trying to grip
This thing beneath my lips
As it slips
Into my lungs
Choking on the words that don't come
Out
I'd shout if I could
You know I would
I know I would
Of course I would
If I could
But I can't
So I don't

Sewage behind my smile
How could I be so vile?
As to speak my mind
It's fine
I have my lightning in a bottle
For whenever I decide to throttle
The trigger
As the bullet gets bigger
And bigger
And the lies come out quicker
And quicker
And sound less convincing
With every damn syllable
I am Still in not convincible
That I can take off the safety

How could I?
Why should I?

I'm not trying to stunt you
I just want you to grow on your own
Find your own bones to call your own home
And I'll hold your hand
And stand by your side
You'll fall off your ride
That high horse of yours
And now your feeling plenty high
High enough to reach the sky
How could I
Ask you to come down?

Because it's not real
And it won't last forever
And I have to pull the thread on the sweater
Before life tears it apart
Because it will
How do I stand still?
Frozen in place
Was this always my fate?
To stand by and watch you jump
When the rung
Of the latter
Is way too fucking high
I'd lie if I said you could make it

Love I wish you could
But no matter how hard you try
No matter how high you get

You can't fly

You haven't learned yet

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