The Forge

Are you ever so sure you could barely breathe?

A truth so profound
It makes you gasp?

It still amazes me
That I have blood magic
Up my sleeve

Because all the history
Forged me in fire and ice
And the genetics put
Flames in my eyes

So I sharpen the razor
Slashing at my string
Then I place it in my tongue

Pedestal

There is only so much of me left
You have ascended
All I can say is “I need a phone call”

I’m playing the role
But I don’t know what I am talking about
All I have is what you taught me
And my instincts

Am I failing?
Whoever said I was the responsible one?
I can’t compare to what you gave

I need a phone call

I want to hear you laugh

I need just a little time
Maybe to believe
That I can be
The person you thought I was

Tears
How they come and go

I need a phone call