It hits us like rock roots rip bang trauma we split
Life We dangle by straws swing to get back cover cover Take cover We feast On lies and false prophesy of truth holds us down Leaves us panting Summer 2014 The man I will marry will be tall
We will have met by accident Known each other existed Felt each others presence at the corners As we pass each other Like Circles The Man I will marry will let me feel delicate and strong Both So I’m standing on my two feet His hand or arm or knee or body is just there to catch me on those Rare seconds I crumble The man I will marry will be quiet Not himself He will be loud We will make each other bigger than this city allows But I find quiet in his arms in my mind His presence finds stillness The man I will marry makes me angry We will scream and fight and bite and cry This world is harsh and you have to find someone that can battle it with you I want to wrestle the man I will marry I want him to win The man I will marry will kiss me and kiss me and kiss me The man I will marry will love me desperately And I will love him desperately I won’t believe that he loves me as much as I do Everyday life will be scary because he is in it and I won’t know if he will stay in it Summer 2014 |
P.L.DI write because my emotions are not, always, accessible. I write because sometimes I’m confused and I need to work things out. I write because it feels good. I often write to keep from saying too much. .. Archives
June 2015
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