Contrived Pressure You want me to prove my self to you you’ve decided it will take this act I say I can’t you push me to tears still can’t its ok you say I needed to see it was real ------- here I am wondering how to be true to myself trying to respond swallowing it looking for bridges to make sentences from phrases it hurt, I don’t like to be hurt for contrived reasons --------- listen to that tightness we cry from it stretches from your throat to the bottom center of your belly and contricts downward with each breath why don’t you... why can’t you... beleive me beleive me I’ve said everything I’ve felt held my self close to the flame burned openly for you you do don’t ----------- grayly, I can’t beleive you can’t beleive me go there now into this constriction that breathes can’t trust can’t trust make it say won’t trust won’t trust because.... contrict downward --------- What was the first source of pain we so reverently approach to pass on beauty scalded our hands marred their appearance we look away from eyes like ours that see like acid --------- I am not safe to approach listen you can hear someone screaming my name now you cannot prove tommorow’s love whatever you do to today’s --------- a day off a day safe to face the taste I keep swallowing all of their tastes and now yours Am I the women I have loved? I look around for a breath a single complete breath but I can’t find one ----------- prove your self to me stop this proofs and reproofs we all hate editors love to edit ourselves have to constrict can’t ever be as wise as we are time exhales the future breathes in the past and coughs up the present I feel stuck in its throat a constriction a contradiction of wanting not wanting to be swallowed crushed in two spit and swallowed I am disolving and flying as usual the hull can’t take anymore I know i’m in one peice in a parallel universe that isn’t always enough looking again for a whole breath feeling like a lungfish flopped into an airless cave damn I thought I was prepared thought I knew what I saw all round this airless clarity yet another lens of constriction downward --------- to myself I am naked like a fan dancer each word a vane shifting
Reason for writing:
I was pressured to do something by a new flame
and I'd been through enough of that with the old flame!
Birth sign: Not entered
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