Pen It.

Fervent glances
land on empty faces
solemn glare
be my return
I've fallen short
but rarely far
and I'll pen
this story
so that you
may hear it
should you care
because I don't
not anymore
butterfly shudders
and you are
no more.
love is fascist~
organized control
beautiful
but unkind
and yours
is deafening
in it's violence
move along now
little mouse
to the next
rat race
I'll stay
behind
So I don't
get behind
I'd rather be
who I am
than a riddle
of someone
else's idea
of who that
should be.