body throws and and curtains closed 

i swear there is more of me.

Late night hours, coffee, few showers

I swear there is more to me.

Beyond what i can possibly be.

Beyond what small talk can hold.

This wheel is very hard to turn,

don't discard it yet.

I swear there is more to me.

I wake up the same morning,

every day,

the same way,

with a similar sway.

But theres more of me.

I threw a shoe into the mechanism

a fumbling, floating mess.

But there is more of me.

I cannot prove.

I will confess.

there is more of me.

a marvelous haunting i cannot shake.

a small endeavor,

a gasp,

a break.

How did I get here?

what was my mistake?

more.

When pressed it is so hard to be natural.

When provoked it is hard to be true.

But I am not what I seem to be all of the times that i do,

Believe me.

There is more.