The Sight Of Me Running Away

Was it just a twin flame dream 
That a man could mean
What he says when he says it to you
And that he’s not just out to
Wrap the chains of control
Around your soul
Like vines that entrap
When he tries to map
Your mysteries
And histories
Are replete with this story
So don’t implore me
To just give in
I will never be with him
As long as he holds the casing
He is intent on facing
With the full of his sight
And I say “It’s alright”
Because it is for a moment or two
But if you’re not willing to
Give it up for love
Then all of the above
Has been rendered obsolete
I’m not falling at your feet
Just so that my hair
Might wipe away your every care
And render you the king
But a king wouldn’t throw away everything
For a cheap night in the stars
Behind steel bars
That he calls a safe space
But the human race
Was not made for prison tomes
So I leave him all alone
As he tries to encapsulate
Everything in a spate
Of cold weather that freezes blood
I didn’t think you were great, I thought you were good

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