Narrow Minds

You make me sick with your tricks, nervous ticks,
And molten bricks in your wall full of sticks,
Stones and bones down the hall all alone,
To moan, to atone for your broken throne,
And all the love you couldn’t have as your own.

You fiddle with riddles, down the middle,
To belittle what should have been brittle,
Weak, all too meek, by the end of the week,
As we reached a peak for another peek,
Another leak that wouldn’t be what you’d seek.

I can’t take the way that you crawl to her.
I can’t take the way that you brawl for him.
I can’t take the way that you call to them.
I can’t take the way that I fall for you.

Just stop crying, lying, denying things,
Buying rings, dying to be trying strings
That strap around the gap between my knee
And my lap where you’ve trapped my love to be
With three keys and a map that I wouldn’t see.

Unbind, unwind and rewind my blind mind
That won’t find those of the very same kind,
To take away my claws, my flaws and laws
That deny, belie all these gaping maws
That you draw with breathy sighs and jagg’d saws.

Run away with me.
I’m not one to go.
Get away from me.
I don’t want to know.

~Noct…………………