climbing trees only to end up

closer to the roots that the branches

flattered by fascination

longing for someone to approve

never to be alone

but empty as my grasp

guilt is the way You grasp

tell me where to go and what to do

i don’t own scissors sharp

enough to cut these strings

and as she tastes the devils tears

the stories written soon become

no one but a cold broken curse

i am the disaster

it is unfortunate loving me

only in my dreams do I not disappoint

may never be without scuffs

control not physical but emotional

the guilt engraved like names in pavement

no need to hold a collar when

impossible for me to move

i blame You for the scared, heavy heart

No One But You