I am a commotion, inspired by a Wicked trailer

I am a commotion

Expected to split with me,

To, somewhat, gain your devotion

Do the films all lie

Is love tender and gentle?

and could my words have

a heart that would ripple

Synchronising, as I compose them

Wind gushing between my arms

The power

of my reaching

Yet, my limbs -

I can never control them

Is the world softness and still

With meaning

The secrets of my body

Folded up and treasured

The honour in collaborative,

for all our parts, devotion

Caring about the inner me

And not stealing an organ

As if I repulse you

This empty, vapid

Yet, most meaningful,

repulsion

I am a commotion

You decide if you like

the silence and the lit up

skies

Is it your empire still?

Or can you live in our universes

For both the aftermath

and the explosion

I feel so much

Hands to ears for the cacophony

or relishing, and celebrating,

the symposium

Thinking about age gap relationships?

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You need pins in cushions

to raise you up somehow

How did my downfall

become your buoyancy aid?

But you were never my togetherness

That was me

It had to be

I pulled strings together

Over fractured promises

and frayed woolly memories

Of no substance

You are the ball

wrapped, covered, pushed inwards

to (never) know me

How did

Your comparison

become my downfall?

Your hard lines

Become what sucked the

life out

I aim to please

Even though I don’t care -

Never free

I washed my hands of me

And took a huge bite out of me inwards

in terms of who I should be

Nobody.

Looked to fill me up, outwards

I regret me, blamed the rewind

for stopping me