sisyphus.

go away
let yourself be swallowed;
through to the beak of that silver bird;
sit safely in the gut of that heavy metal soul.
take flight.
take it with you.

and i can stay with my silly little rhymes
the ones formed into stories
that tuck me in at night;
the only ones that could possibly
caress my fright into serene;
the only ones,
except for maybe you.

there are nights where i
dig my face so deep into my sheets
that, i swear to God,
i feel like i'll never come to in time to breathe.

i get so sick of others
and the way that they preach
trying to teach me of my own strengths
but i am needy
i am weak.
i can't do this anymore.

and when my head
is buried between the sheets
i half confuse myself
for sinking deeper into the sea
with each kick
of my feet
the kind of one-two-one-two pace
i've had
since i was three, like
i am sick in bed and cannot sleep.

and when you go, you'll really go.
not even like setting sail,
but a drift away.
i feel a lot like a bug trapped in a glass
i scale the wall just to slide back down again.

guess what?
this is stupid, but
i'm just so scared to be without you.