collateral

i love to follow the white rabbit
my curious heart,
cannot be stilled. 
it continues to bear the weight—
of knowing everything
but nothing at all.

complicit in the crash,
but i do not want to be in 
the passenger seat.
i want to wake up,
without your hands over my eyes,
without being sold dreams,
while you live them. 
double vision can be blinding,
if you cannot get enough...
how will you know satisfaction?

a world where you get:
the best of both
the best of me
all of me
while you hide behind walls
and words
and i hope you shine
i hope.

you caught the white rabbit.
is that enough?
you took her foot—
are you luckier now?
heard its cries and saw its freedom,
so you had to have it..?
stripped its skin
and peeled back each layer,
until all you saw,
was its bloody, beaten, and bruised heart. 
all because it saw you
for what you were.
nothing more
and nothing less.