CONFESSIONS OF THE MENTALLY UNESCAPED

I love you except-
my hands shake when I need to say
what's on my mind and not my heart.

my lips quiver ever so quickly while
my heart beat is rampaging across
the desolate town.

my mind is drive far with your
deadbeat car across a dessert with a
flat tire and no gas.

my hands freshly manicured are bruised from blackouts you can't
remember- will fail to speak of when
it's 9 pm and your other lover is peacefully -
sound sleep but i can't keep
up with your desperate calls of abuse.

my ankles are lined with scars of shackles (handcuffs placed on my
aching wrists) with pretty kisses
placed on my thigh gap. if you won't
let me out of the chains, no one else
will.

I need help-
you don't answer.
I need love-
yet you won't love me.
I need hope-
but there's doves in the sky.
I need patience-
yet my time has run out.
I crave freedom-
but my mouth is tied shut.

I love you except-