Tongue-Tied Desires

Vise-Like Grip

At first, we couldn't have worn more different skins

You soar to the skies, while I burrow to the earth

You're a lightning bolt, and I'm just smoke and shadows

But piece by piece, I dismantle your walls

And you can only stand there

Surprised by how far I've gone

Now we shift and switch the masks we wear

Constantly confused for reflections of each other

And I try to run

Yet you chain me within your soul's confines

But I know it's my one weakness

Oh, you desperately desire to be different

Yet you grab onto mirrors with a vise-like grip

(S.M.)