who i’ve sworn to be.
a promise in pencil
that years have made so hard to read.
i’ve spent my life building walls
brick by brick and [bad word] by [bad word] ..

a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep.
but time is spinning silk
that [bad word] 
with the devil’s patience,
it binds my hands so quietly
that soon it [bad word] a part of me.

so soften these edges and straighten out my tie.
and help me remember
the hope that i [bad word] 

please be a broken record for me.