It's not me or you, it's us

I'm too fatigued for this miscalculated seige

My soul has departed since the recreation I had started

I've witnessed too much yet you bloat me with fog

You blunder easy words and treat me like the dog.

My devotion is dying, now there's no use in crying

Mother said I'd have better days, which are gifts that we should treasure in other ways

Father so jaded, majority of memories have faded

He must have taken my youth with that first baby tooth.

Many lessons are taught whilst friendship is bought

Precious time you can't relinquish and expect nothing to diminish

Presently hoping that my awakening will bargain some dignity

I'd repulse at them to coax then pity me.

If I've found anything here, then loves cost is dear

Although it is everything, it can make you nothing

With out it we are corpses, merely spooking horses

Abundance brings emotion too powerful to bare, that is if you genuinely care.

This isn't the end though it's all I've got

Writing is a passion I almost forgot

It keeps me alive when I'm going insane

Sometimes they tell me there's something wrong with my brain.

It's genesis was you, and I'm a fresh book

I'll be honest and holy, if you mind to look

If we will not splinter each other, then my wings may flutter

I'll be the ink I ignore, and melt into you like butter.

In my fairytale, I'm cheerful and clean

The spirits they fuel me, and I'm rosy and beam

Its a delicate plight, but with integrity we might

Fall into understanding, if only you weren't so demanding.

Words continue to dribble and I'm running out of juice

I wonder where this talent comes from and whether it has any use

I can't be sure what life has in store

Yet I don't believe it's as obtainable to relieve.