I run from
her, in real life
wonder if she's inside me
swimming in my blood
inseparable
I run into walls
hide behind closed doors
seek the warmth
that she could never give
kindle my own, then
burn down all the houses
I have never been inside
her, in real life
cool and hard like marble
and me, the statue trapped inside
frozen
waiting to be seen
chipped away by chisels
of my choosing
the hammers of
I told you so's and
Don't do that's
strike precisely
little pieces of the me's I used to be
pile up around the edges
They thought they were breaking me
her, in real life
and they, who promised my safe keeping
Had no idea they were freeing me
from their own grasp
one strike at a time
let them think they are the artist
David and I know better
the masterpiece breathes
trapped inside stone
novice strikes first
before master