Heart on Fire
Her eyes are watching me,
All around me.
If I take a breath,
I know she's counting on me to exhale it.
That I'm the only living, breathing being here.
The only one who's real, and she's the one playing them all.
Puppeteering the strings.
All the strings that make them all dance and sing.
This town isn't made of people.
It's made of things.
If I take the time to think,
how lonely her little place is.
I wonder if the accident was the last time I stepped foot into my reality,
before I entered hers. And the world's breath died on my ears.
God, if only my soul could be saved from the scream of it calling me back to enter it's arms, but she took it all away.
She took me away.
She's got me wondering.
Wondering if I ought to run.
If only her words didn't give me the sort of mental release.
The things that were all the things I needed for someone else to be.
Am I trapped? Or hesitating to leave.
Her claws are sinking deep,
her words are working up out of my throat until my voice isn't my own.
If this is love, is it supposed to consume me?
I don't know, but she's my Winona.
And I'll be damned if she casts me out after all the things we've done.
We've said.
She is the monster that takes the form of everyone, filling my head with lies.
Deceit.
But that face she dons, so cute and round.
Bright gray-green eyes, tiny lips pursed from a restrained smile.
I don't want to let go.
I know she could let me go at any time.
And I'd be broken, like the rest.
Another face to the collection of strings,
lining the wall of the town of make believe.