Proposition: Humor Me

i followed the path
to your little hub-house
and i walked right in just like i always do
and sat myself right down.
you never asked (you never needed to), you never cried, didn't even look up
and i
just kept on spilling it all out like water from your glass.
but if i just recoil a little more into
the cushions of your plaid-couch
i'll feel the pain of your stilletto-stares
a little less
and less and less
and less
yes,
it's just
that i
need a wonder, need a flight,
need a kite that i can sail up above yours, just a little, everyday
and you thought you understood, but really you didn't and i secretly
wondered when
it would snap and break, and you would just scream.
and so i know
i said i know
that you can't take it like that anymore
and it's a pill
that i can't swallow
to live inside the lines that you have drawn
wide with your crayons.
if you wanna laugh you wanna bleat you wanna power me down
a little i understand
it's just that i know i'll be walking out of your hub-bub in a minute
and this is only on your noodle for now. you'll forget, you'll remember
less
and less and less and less
yes.