If I was let out in my form,
no not this one,
Mine.
I would walk down the dark corners of town alone
drunk
with a camera
I would wear boots and fishnets again
and smoke and smoke and smoke
be the girl I've always loved
and hid away
My hair would be so long
and I'd swing in the park alone
planning
plotting
breathing and living.
Creating worlds.
Destroying yours.
Rewind to an age when I had no time for fear.
I'd never stop to contemplate the contents of another's mind
never sweat the morning after
because I'll find my way
home
somehow.