Second Nature

My words run dry like the shallowest creeks during summer heat.

You want me to give you one more drop before your shameful defeat.

I have saved tortured souls for too long, it is time to leave you be.

So, I pick up what is left of my pride and drown it in the salty sea.

It is my second nature – walking away before I am asked to leave,

You want me all to yourself, what is it that you are trying to achieve?

You cannot trap lighting in a bottle, you cannot trap me in this town.

Let me fade away like the sunset and fool you like a circus clown.

-Jackie