Release Me

There is no desire to start, you feel it. You feed it. 

Something that is constrained in a jar where you press it to make flowers from Eve. 

Contained in words where "love" is one syllable away from the mouth

to the roots of my tongue. "Hate" hoarding my fiery throat blinding

my eyes for teeth grinding, yet never touching  as I separate "I hate you" for "I love you."

The satisfaction of your patience not touching me in the way that I need it to, 

binds my growth in between  my morals like wrinkles on an elderly woman's face.

My gratification that exprresses the three syllables of "expressing" my empathy towards "You."

Undermines my values that I probably said to my grandma two years ago.

A common minimal that sets the bar for everyone who has loved before. 

Nonetheless,, the way that you laugh as your tiny jokes surround you in an ocean

of comfortability inside me, triggers my minsd into quick sand.  Where your 

Fatherly hands sink around my neck. Fighting the tides of my happiness. As 

susurration sings to you "release me release me" 

These moments pity for hurting you. Creating diets of disappointment

whether you see it or not, shaded like dark shadows of anorexia. As your virtue 

nurtures my breathing for control. 

My blank for thoughts forget your way of feeling. The link that syncs you

in between my heart, when the days are hard to find.

Dignifying my faith in you.    Leaving. 

In the realization that covers and hides the hole of my mind. 

Degrading th action of hope, while aspiring the reaction for possibility.

Illustrating my selfishness through flourishing grapevines.

Without doubt of figurative speech.The freedom of emotions we cannot rescript,

 recite my "cry" to feel. For all I can do is cry for you to release me.

Please release me.