Wars That Fight Against Themselves

I hesitated And the world collapsed under my supervision Some people rip open scars for romance But I'm sweating like a sprinkler head at the chance Is it time to wear a cape and save the day? Or are the only images I could conjure, the TV waves? Besides, watching someone be a hero is almost as good as actually being one I'm a walking tape recorder of flirty whispers you used to shower me with But what happened to it? You left your smiles under abandoned highways If not all who wander are lost, Then what does that make you? Lost in the ability to wander through ambivalent feelings For a rapacious man of many clandestine manic lines I call poetry Pick up a pen and map a trail of ink through a lost art and you'll see what I mean Am I the teacher if I'm proctoring a test? Or am I the student cause I haven't mastered this yet? But where did it go? You tied a rope around those words and left them hung The verbal sequencing of dripping roses off the tongue Your sockets went wide like alligator eyes And did you think I wouldn't notice the crackling of your voice when you said goodbye? Like the sound of burning wood Are you made of stone? Your voice traveled fields, but still you stood Am I made of glass? because my aching bones, you see right through You left your smiles under abandoned highways That are more overgrown than my sense of responsibility to protect you But why did it change so subtly? And if not meticulously, Then why did it falter so innocently? The crusade of romantic fiction that flutters off your willing tongue That's meant for me I want it back I want it back Let's write a book of your best quotes and make it nonfiction You poked the bear And so it’s growl swam the sea of trees and shattered winds You left your heart on the chopping block but you let the axe swing I want it back I want it back! You're a gem, And I'm ready to surrender and kiss the ring I want it back I’m muddled at the way it ever had to leave The day you stop trying to appease me Is the moment when my badge of hypersensitivity Breaks from my chest and flies away from me