When I give you the backlight
You stop, stumble, starryblind
I push on beyond the blurred lines
Hoping that these mirrors are spinning lies
When you ask me if I have the heart
I stop and stare and flick the dart
The demons rolling down the road
Those angels only look the part
The heat is breaking my skin
My seared eyes, I’m living in
Oh daddy, help me survive
Help me, my breath is caving in
My broken image fades in rhyme
You pull the rope, choke “divine”
If it’s true what’s told in time
I want to leave, forgo sublime
When I give you the backlight
You try to be composed and kind
I’m tangled in binding cords
The heat you love, it makes me blind
I’m breaking in my back
My shadow won’t give me slack
Oh daddy, just let me die
Leave me, I don’t want to try
Leave me, I don’t want to try
Melanie Falconer is a freelance writer and editor living in Los Angeles, California. Her writing mainly concerns philosophy, personal experiences, cultural commentary, and her love of the visual and performing arts. If you’d like to reach out to her, you can do so here.
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