It's Zenobia

I did it All wrong I know that Now The wrong Hands In the wrong Places The wrong Mouth On the wrong Faces Takes its toll We go The wrong way Down The dark Racing Cause we Lack Patience And I Am not Exempt Any and all Attempts And I am here Painting Sheets With the sweet Of me And he Thinks We’re making Love But this For me is Cold Blood Bed Stuff It’s not my fault But my Heart’s Stuck And he believes He belongs With me But I Am Unfettered Unsettled By The thought Of being Underneath The whole Spreading My heart On platters For a matter Of minutes That will Become second Only to forever And I never Learned How to breathe Underwater But he wants To keep me In a bottle In a drawer By his bed And fill me With his head The thoughts That are Meant To keep me Floating Hoping That he’ll call And I reach Out for All The other Available Hands Cause my body Doesn’t Understand Commitment It only Knows it needs A minute Of something Delicious At any given Moment And his lips Do their best But they ...

Without Permission He takes up space Inside My head And listens To my secrets Finds a corner Of my heart And feeds it Somehow Sneaking Past the cage Of ribs That did Nothing To prevent His entrance He offers Crumbs At first To peak Its interest Simply Then winning It over All too quickly Words Fall Like snowflakes From his lips No two alike But I Am buried Deep inside This ice That somehow Make me melt Turns me  Butter Churned Smooth Soft Lost inside his Spell He takes up Space Without permission He manages To make me Miss him Some Sort Of magic Maddening Making Me Believe That he Is something That I asked for And Everything I need He takes This space And I in place Marvel At The greed With which My soul Begs just to know That he will Never leave He never Asks permission So I Never Need To speak  Without a word Yet spoken  We Are somehow  Suddenly Complete

Slow deep breaths  To help me  Forget The mess I've gotten into  This time This one is too much This one is too close This one has used up The last of my hope  Of my  Patience Fast clashed With what was  Supposed to be nascent  New  Fresh  Humble beginnings But you jumped right in  Clothes on  Swimming Against my currents And my better judgment Does this  Mean we Are done then If we didn't even  Start yet It all gets  Mixed up in my mind Time flies Without the wings Brought about  By taking things  Slow We go  Through false motions I drown in  This ocean Of regret Too quick Too wet  Two knew but yet We carried on didn't we It's my fault  This is weak I made lines and I  Crossed them  Tossed them for the sake  Of human natures Ache  For connection  And it left you Thinking I maybe Changed my mind But I'm... Well... me and my heart  Are cold as ever Never ...