Escape

You were an abstract attraction that began on day one

Folding pages gave me paper cuts,

Alliteration gave me a sharp tongue

Repetitive words like a constant hum,

Leaving amorous notes like poor Hansel left crumbs

Bought like preserves, tightly sealed, the sweet taste only assumed

Lonely desire, dreaming day and night, this fictional love how it looms

Playing pretend, roles are given, the orchestra all tuned

Beginning, middle and end, the mystery still resumes

Context around says to fall madly in love

So my hearts beating fast but from my neck I’m now hung

This writhing spine so ripped and torn

The last word feels like death

But the first word is now born