we are just the crumpled clothes
the ones that lie upon the floor
we are trying to define chapters
from behind a closed door

part of me is drawn to the past
and when we went through –
what i call, ‘the phone call cycle’

have you ever had to fight
fight for who you feel you are?
your identity,
have you?

I have not done anything wrong
yet it is i,
who receives the punishment

i am not here
pulled from heaven
by the pull of fear
i am not here