fizz,
ready to erupt but the cork
is screwing with it.
the cork is abusing it.
bottling it up, keeping it in bondage.
captivity. no freedom. no freedom.
fizz,
ready to explode but the bottle
is keeping its form.
the bottle has control.
squeezing it more and more
forcing it to sparkle even more.
tears,
ready to glide down her oval, brown cheeks.
but her ducts are keeping them locked up.
her ducts are containing them
making them freeze up so their eyes won't
touch the sight of her sadness.
laying in the dark cuddled up with her madness, she is.
blanketed with a cold, hardened emotion that
keeps jabbin' her.
keeps stabbin' her.
she's
not real.
to the world she's just
a fizz to the world.
a tear in the world.
the world, trying to contain her.
trying to rearrange her.
trying to defame her.
and she stays in her cave
coated in sorrow and regret.
coated in shame and each step
that she took
to get to a place
she didn't want to be.
she's a volcano.
blazing in her
fire
ready to erupt
lava
ready to corrupt
and burn everything
that took her self away
from herself, she's ready to
flood the nations with her tears,
let them feel what she hears and
hear the shit she feels.
she's ready for those in her dreams
to know that she cares
and mr. simmons
i pray i see you There.
because you were in my dream.
and you said i didn't care.
but i do.
and i always will.
you poked the flesh off of my body
and i screamed.
and i cried.
in my dream. and
in my sleep.
because you said i didn't care.
but i swear i do.
i love you, through and through.
and i know God is sitting and walking and breathing
next to you. with you. in you. through you.
i'm sorry for everything i didn't do.
and everything that i can't do.
i love you.
but i can't be what i want to be.
for you. not even for me.
but i know Who can. and Who will.
and Who is.
fizz,
flow free.
tears,
flow free.
down my cheek.
rest sweetly.
next to me.
