Leave Staying

It's a black eye on picture day, it's a snow day on the weekend. It's praying no one saves you from your free fall off the deepend. You know that you can't stay away when your only strength is weakness, and you know that you can't stand the taste but you still can't help but eat it. Like diabetic birthday cakes the anorexic can't stop eating, Ugly face to drown the taste of sugar cubes, unsweetened. It's like having so much breath to take but you're so tired of breathing, when you have so many things to say but nobody believes you, or having so much love to make when you'd rather up and leave it. Your free will suits you like a cage, you're a slave to your own freedom, so fuckin free to be a slave, singing praise from the oppidum. Each time you find the will stay you go and lose the reason. It's the things that we let slip away that we always end up needing, because how can someone ever crave someone that never leaves them? Are you even breathing? M.M