im no poet (5)

Why does the world revolve around you? Every time I look over at you to see how your doing things seem to go your way. Its almost like you have the world sitting safely in your pocket. No one could ever hurt you. No one could find a way to hurt you.

I found a way to almost destroy that world one day. That day that had gone by so perfect. The sky was orange and the trees seemed to have grown twenty feet up. I thought that I might be able to stop playing your game without you knowing. So when the game got to the point of children screaming like newborn infants I decided the noise was just what I needed to keep you distracted.

Little did I know that you would want me to help your ears from bleeding. You saw me as I was running away while I stood in my little corner that served me good up until that day. You tried to follow but you were blocked by a river that had picked up its speed.

You where the only one that knew how to twist and mold my world into whatever you chose. So you did just that. I didnt want to fight back, and at first I didnt. I let you take every thing but the little crumbs of my heart that had fallen into the abyss of that cave we loved to go to.

Now that I look back into that cave every day I see that you still play around in it. I might not see you every day but when your in that cave I saver the moment and I let you run out when you spot me.

(I took a different approach on this one and I hope its ok, i just have mixed feelings right now and im feeling a bit odd. and this is the first time i write about the same guy twice!!!!)