It was those days,
when nightmares need to be contained, and never you want me to watch you, while you struggle with those nightmares.
You told me to go to sleep, to mind my own business.
I was not.
And I cant.
You told me to let go of you, while your eyes deny,
puckering your mouth in a short attempt, as if denying an affection.
And I watch those days where insecurities build their great nest inside you.
Past histories had torned you upside down.
I was what the world called Naive. To ask me to leave, the world said,
is not a brutal, but just a matter of choice, between execution and staying alive,
I am. And will always be, wanting to stay alive, with your insecurities, unsuccessfully, wanting to chew bits and parts of me.
I look deeper. Staring into your soul, and I smile.
Ive made a breakfast. Lets live for another day, because your denial. Is my muse, and my chuckles.
No.
You cant chew my being in here.
