The walls are made of fear down to the core. The windows allow me to see what only was before. I See The Floor Is Built On Survival Strands And The Exit Sign Is the only thing I understand. I let the door made of possibilities swing open while incredible pains of reality swing back in. Reality is the gate keeper is ne. The tears I cry for no one to see. The pain I feel draws circles of insecurity, when the mirror only asks for the vision of peace.
I think I am in love with conflict and destruction as the passion released only focus in this direction. I can't say I can understand the way I do it nor will I expect approval while I go through it just knowing it's the truth. Last night was another reminder that opens g up isn't really my problem it's refusing the stranger.
I love him. I want him. The desire is consuming me. His eyes on me is all I dream in. His smile is beautiful even his hair. His laugh is like a drug I want to inhale. Our conversations are smooth like the melody of the best song flowing freely on its on. You are my first thought you are my last memory it's more than it is when I honestly see.
Was that a twinkle? Yes it was. The door reveals it was never us. I love you I want you is my open plea when it is reinforced you never want ed me. The way I look the way I am are all things you see and don't want again. I'm too numb to hurt.
I did it again I did it to men. It's like a brand a wall built by me
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