Broken Chains
If I had a dime for every time you crossed the line, I wouldn’t be standing on the either side, waiting for you to make up your mind.
The respect for boundaries, or lack there of, has me tied up in your self beneficial cuffs.
Who are you to preach without intent to practice what you wish to see? What’s so different about the height in which you stand, or the view in which you wanna be seen?
There is inconsistency in who you are to me, the people you use to cheat, all the while you hide behind your shades, waiting for a stranger, as he offers you praise.
And, I quietly wait for my chance to sustain. I watch you forget, all about the one who lives in the moment you create. Remember one thing. The jingle in your pockets doesn’t intimidate me. Your sly ego moves slowly enough for me to reap all that I need to see. Your actions are steady, your composure is weak, and I’ll be DAMNED to let you think you have ANY control over me.
Take a step, take a bow and I’ll be waiting right here for you to unveil your face, just to see your true self fall out, for all the world to see! When you’re laying in bed, listening to your own thoughts, trying to calculate what went wrong, you’ll think of me. And, I’ll be a figment of your dreams.
© 2014 By: Amber M. Royse
(2014)
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