sunday

i sit in a place in between songs
cross- legged and obedient
bare foot and bare souled
fighting to save comfort
fighting to save myself

the lies swallowed me up
who knew it would be
somewhere in my deepest, i did
the perfect sabotage for a damaged spirit

and even in the end you have to control
not for yourself, but for me
but you don't get to do that


you're an idiot
i'm sitting here trying to be poetic, metaphorical
don't think, see
but all i see is a broken man
a man who measures his wealth and love by what he can provide
with money
with suffocating
with overwhelming
with false promises
lies
lies
lies

i knew someone like that once
she loved to cut off our feet
and expect us to walk

you remind me of her
one of the darkest parts of my life
and you
you are now a darkness in my life
and like her once upon a time
you don't even get it

i don't even want to be with this man forever
and he is telling me what i should do
yet i am doing what i think is best for him


it's sunday
oh holy day