Shallow

let me speak vicious words
i could tear you apart
a cat, a game, a mouse:
but don’t be cliche, you were never so timid.

you can be the elephant, and i’ll be the circus
drag me through your dust and leave shit in your wake
yeah, i’m a little bit angry these days.

and it’s funny, because
i miss the feeling of your hair when you’re not around
and the stubble of your cheek,
your thoughtless half-assed glances.

or maybe i’m the bitch, swallowing dreams,
too ambitious for an artist, too apathetic for an artist
scribbling obscene words on the peace of our
sugar-coated oh-so understanding
conversations.

yes, i’m a little bit angry
that i don’t know yet how quite to scream
when every nerve inside me is rattled with energy:
did you take that from me, or did i never have it
in the first place?