Pollyanna Flower
(Through you I see I)Between a broken nose and a fake smileBetween piety and gun powderBetween fighting and fleeing the sceneBetween the murder and diplomacyBetween aggression and end of the endBetween the brutal and realistically well behavedBetween the screaming and pulling in the reinsBetween tiptoeing and ambling
What am I to do with all this fire?(I'd like to hit you but I'd never hit you)Why are you still with me in this red space?(I'd like to slap you but I'd never slap you)
Between violence and silently seethingBetween my fist and my Pollyanna flowerBetween fuck you to your face and it's alrightBetween war and denialBetween violence and silently seethingBetween my fist and my Pollyanna flowerBetween fuck you to your face and it's alrightBetween war and denial
Between flying vases and secretly weepingBetween loose cannons and ever downplayingBetween the bruises and rudely differingBetween bursting and boilingWhat am I to do with all this burning?(I'd like to hurt you but I'd never hurt you)Do I overwhelm you in this place?(I'd like to kill you but I'd never kill you)
Between violence and silently seethingBetween my fist and my Pollyanna flowerBetween fuck you to your face and it's alrightBetween war and denialBetween violence and silently seethingBetween my fist and my Pollyanna flowerBetween fuck you to your face and it's alrightBetween war and denial
What am I to do with all this fire?Can you understand me in this place?