Defenestration

Don't get offended

If I seem absent minded

Just keep telling me facts

And keep making me smile

Don't get offended

If I seem absent minded

I get tongue-tied

Baby, you've got to be more discerning

I've never known what's good for me

Baby, you've got to be more demanding

I'll be yours"- Bloc Party

Defenestration
Greedy hands clamoring for

Something as of yet unclaimed.

Suffocating daring to put thoughts

Into words, words into actions.

A pauper’s plea. Fingertips grasping

For anything- something substantial. Darling

You slay me.- Breath robbed from lungs

Never formed into actions, words into-

Poor verse; form a tangible lack thereof.

Nearly criminal, this hand of god

I refuse to relinquish. A glutton for

Punishment “overly idealistic” and

“Under inspired”. A gallows’ faulty

Trapdoor. Cynicism sustenance swallowed

Leaving only the malcontent nourished.

Stifling breath from lungs, words from actions.

Cold air vanquishing haze from haze.

“Now I have to match my step to yours,”

Whispered- a ledge a third the size of our

Feet. Readjurn to the security of these

Sparsely appointed four walls where in the

Rapidly diminishing glow Breath, Thoughts,

Words, and Actions are indistinguishable.