Confined

I try and claim the world propelled with arrogance. The reigns that shackle the chains around my neck that beheads my voice and puts pain in it. I flirt with the dangerous confinements I’m not aligned with. On top of it all, I excel through loves’ tests, and I fail the assignments. I am nothing if not a character with a mind hand made for greatness in areas I never wanted. I look at you and I see restraints. I try to move close, and then I feel chains. Strained around my ankles, and bound by each finger. The smell of your touch still lingers when I move. I demean your truth for a better one that I can live. I see your face and melt into the things that I miss.