there's a split inside of me
part of me wants to fight and kick and scream and throw you outside
but the winning majority seems to appreciate letting you come in and hide
...
...no...
we agreed this wouldn't happen
you touch me anyway
you touch yourself
...
I'm sorry dear...to disappoint you
...I'm sorry I didn't live
...I'm sorry
please know I love you
...
..it was better...
at least it felt like so...
for but a moment
in never present time
...
I love you
no, I love the way I see around you
I love how I feel around you.
I love how I melt around you.
...
A moment of peace
a time of privacy
lapping up the luxury
thank you my Lord
...
I am not afraid oh my Lord
Guide me…use me
your, this, my, willing vessel
move me, you, through me
...
Maybe I should
But I don't trust you
Old you…you battered shoe
horn that's worn away at my soul
...
I'm sorry if the truth I speak
brings you to your knees
You've left me there so many times
my heart a guttural scream
...
'? ' really? ! You don't know? You don't see?
I mean I thought it was so obvious
You....so deep...
rooted...fetted
...
crystalline blue
hidden
you are locked beneath
the oceans of filter in between
...
...listening to "Are You With Me" today...as I'd just gotten in my car
Easton Corbin singing lyrics that suddenly resonated in my heart towards you
...tears rolling down my face
...let it flow Niki...
...
go…just go, run be free
get away, like you wish to
from me
take my heart with you
...
...there's something not right...
the ebb and flow is off
balance imperfected
missing connection
...
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...Wanting
there's a split inside of me
part of me wants to fight and kick and scream and throw you outside
but the winning majority seems to appreciate letting you come in and hide
I don't understand anything that's happening
...and yet I know exactly what is going on.
"Show him my love", he says...
...but is that really you Lord...
...or just my own childish neglect longing for my head to have a pet
I keep giving him to you...
...imagining him in your hand...being taken behind your wings
...and then he's still here
...and things keep happening
...and I don't know where to land.
...does he even give two f&&cks about me
or is it that he knows, I'm something to keep...
...something worthy, valuable to be had
...so he holds me...
hugs me...
growls in my ear
watches me as I sleep
wolf in sheep's clothing,
should I fear?
I don't though...
for some assinine reason
there's this part of me that's just freakin' all in
I keep writing...I keep hoping
that these feelings can be taken away...
...trapped on the paper
...saving the day
But alas, no...
...for once this doesn't work
I keep writing about you
...and yet I am still a little hurt
...a little wondering
...a lot of wanting...
...you