Why can't the simplest of things stay simple?
My hands on your skin - loving every bump, scar, ink...
your story absorbs through my hands and into my soul
we are forever changed...the magnitude and minutiae unknown as of yet
Stay the anger, stay the brittle surface
open your passion - open your heart - open your arms
I need not be possessed nor do I yearn to possess
I need someone to reach in and still my screaming demons
if just for a second, a minute
Always ready to run - I recognize myself in this obscure reflection
want to make you want to stay - to face and challenge and fight and quiet
so that I may also find my own way home
I feel dimmer now, as if you are choosing to unsee what you have seen
You are choosing to no longer see me
I am fading away, soon I won't exist - not in your world and perhaps not in mine
Oh sweet girl, if I could only heal your wounds... I can't even heal my own
Words? Language? Writing? It all seems for naught now... why invest so much energy
The ripple of repercussion widens with each breath - it is an echo of what once was
it only beats at night
It tells wild stories to your soul
And like a wide eyed child, you believe
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