At the light dancing around my dark ceiling
It seems like I notice everything nowadays
Feel anything nowadays
I lock myself away
A prisoner in my own house
Tippy-toeing around this daunting presence
He hands me money and I am ashamed
My voice box is broken and the anger that fueled me is quelled by confusion
I look to her with pleading eyes
Save us
Save yourself
Fight for you
Fight for a love that is cocooning
For a love that licks the tips of your fingers
And tickles your nose
For the smell of sunshine on your hair
Your waist heralded with moon flowers
Fight
Want something real for the first time in your life
Something beyond the dizzying of over-proof rum
More than the blundering frustrations that leave his mouth
Fight for something real
For us
For you
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