to j one through five

shake me up some more.
i am so much more than what you think i am,
i could be your something,
i would do that for you;
but I'd as easily turn against you.
and i could be cold.

i'd watch him chop that baby in half,
and i'd take my spoils,
carry them high above my head
for all to see

i can still feel the pressure of you.
it doesn't reminds me of devotion,
but leaves me exposed.
i'm so vulnerable,
i've just started breathing.

there is so much i've lost to this,
and i'd give anything,
to just be stronger,
or at the very least uncaring.