Whisper
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Have I become
Am I now just a bug under your control?

Bug under thumb
Metaphorically, am I trapped under your power?

For your scented nails to grow by.
Are you using me as a means to an end, like nails need fingers to grow?

I need out of my shirts I think you'll find attractive.
I am trying to distance myself from you, even though I know you are drawn to me.

On your hill perched so clandestine you rest
You are sitting high up, hidden away, observing everything.

Like a second term president and I go
You are powerful and confident, while I am unsure of myself.

Destined to keep the crayon close
I am holding onto something precious to me, like a child with a crayon.

And guess until my name goes red,
I keep trying and guessing until it is painful and I am embarrassed.

At whose dead half daughters
Who has suffered the loss of daughters?

Were denied your womb
You cannot have children or have been unable to do so.

On the down low.
Quietly, secretively.

At whose dead half sons
Who has suffered the loss of sons?

Come a lump in my throat
It is emotionally difficult to talk about this loss.

And man my fever with an army of frogs underskin
I am trying to control my intense emotions with something that feels unnatural and overwhelming.

And I don't want to dance with your shadow no more
I am tired of chasing after someone who is never truly present.

Or listen through an elephant's ear for your
I am tired of straining to hear your whispers.

Whispers into the other
You are talking to someone else, and I am not part of that conversation.

My curse is the circuit that your fingers
You have control over me, and I cannot break free.

Rehearse on me to quell my nerves
You touch me in a way that makes me feel calm, but it only serves to keep me trapped.

And my only one is for you to king me
My only desire is to be your equal partner, but instead you have all the power.

With wavecrest
With strength, rather than weakness.

Not stethoscope,
Not as a tool for examining and diagnosing me, but as a symbol of healing.

With the core,
With the essence, the most important part.

Not tentative as you were
Not hesitant and unsure like you used to be.

Choosing soup cans
Making simple, unimportant choices.

From the cupboard
From a limited selection, with no real thought or variety.

For your gradeschool's
For a childhood event.

Thanksgiving food drive, no.
Something that is insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

But I'm the only one
I am alone in my feelings and desires.

Pulling near clear from a melted crayon
Trying to create something beautiful and meaningful from a mess.

Under the comforter some man
In a place where I can feel safe and loved by someone else.

Cured your goosebumps with.
Providing warmth and comfort in a time of vulnerability.

I'm sick and stuck on something you.
I am unable to break free from my obsession with you.

Everytime I see a honda civic
A mundane object that triggers intense emotions because of your association with it.

My heart just jumps right through.
I feel overwhelming emotions when I am reminded of you.

And I'm caught in a pipe
Feeling trapped and suffocated.

To smoke my own limbs off.
An intense desire to escape from my own feelings and thoughts.