crush you

i wanna be who i am and not some twisted version
a bittersweet cookie cutting into your vision
drifting in the wind and being whisked away
maybe i’m a baker but i’m not baked all day

driving off the road to see how far you’ll go
i feel way too confined to even know
if i’d rather explode than to feel my pulse
or if i’d rather die than to see your smile

how sickened are your words that settle on the stars
to whisper me a question
to whisper me a war

you slither through such lies to bite at my goodbyes
can you shed every disguise
to look me in the eyes?

i only want love
there’s not much more to do
than to read my poetry of poisoned words
sure to stifle you in your sleep
but you’ll still be listening
and with your third eye open
i’m sure they’d crush you