Side Dish

And I say once again how I will build myself smaller than you

But I will not allow myself to become smaller than you.

I want all the beauty of paper skin stretched over delicate collarbones, 

beautiful hip bones cutting lines into your bed sheets in the morning.

But I don't want the frailty.

I want my piano fingers to be crafted out of iron bars

I will never be stuck in your cell.

You chuckle into my hair

Because the beautiful girl always says that

Right before she takes a chunk out of her own spine and

Shrinks.

The beautiful girl always protests against the fingers you have pressed into her cheekbones.

I will build myself to be your shadow.

Don't worry, you get the light. You get the spotlights on the stage but I

I will not die in the darkness.

The beautiful girl always says that but I vow that I will steal away all the light in the world if you break me down.

I will imprison you behind my iron bar fingers and force you to look out my eyes.

And feel what it feels like to be

The side dish.