Prisoner of Love

 I am not your vessel
My life is not your wet clay
To spin in circles
Doing what you please
Probing with grubby hands
Molding my curves
To fit the bends
Of your fingers

There's no slip of paper
Snatching my family name
Away from me
No tiny handcuff around my finger
To chain me to your existence
You are not my savior

I am married to the night
Melting into the shadows
I became one with long ago
I am growing weary of this charade
Yet still following you into your life
While my own is dissipating
Into the Western skies
That I once looked to for salvation

You grab my hand
And run toward the sunrise
In your sky
While my dreams are dissappearing
Into the neon clouds
Of a fading horizon


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