A deer caught in headlights is an understatement
To the amount of vulnerability I am experiencing
In the palm of your hand,
Yet you do not know I am here.
I've become accidentally attached,
Like the extra piece of candy you grab
From the bowl that says "take one."
But you've taken me as well,
And I don't think you've noticed yet.
I thought I liked it here in the
Palm of your hand,
But after retracing my steps in
Your love line,
I realize that your fortune
Does not include me.
I am no local here,
But you've made me feel
Important here.
You've made me feel as though
I have a voice, as though I can be heard.
But the happiness soon
Turns to weakness,
And I cannot tell whether you're
Smiling at me or snarling.
One moment your lips are curved
Just right, and I can see your
Pleasant dimples, as clear as
Canyons etched into your skin;
But the next moment
Your teeth are gnashing at me,
Your tongue cursing me
With every harmful word.
They are equivalent to knives,
And you are throwing them at me,
Dull end first because even you are
Unsure of what you want.
What do I want?
How am I expected to know
What I want when I can't see anything
But the palm of your hand,
With the edge too risky of an escape,
For I am afraid of heights.
You grabbed me by accident along your way,
Sweeping carelessly through the
Bowl of hard ribbon candy,
But it is not my fault that you
Have a sweet tooth.
