Here’s one from a while back…..
The length of time from then to now?
Depends.
How long has it been since you were inside of me.
Anxiety
I’m next to you and beside myself
It’s entirety bleeds out as quickly as the trip from your register
Til I register
Crimson is the color of my energy
This red water rage swells beneath the surface
My epidermis is pleased when I pick up a desire chip
For its only desire is to rest
For a moment at least
Scars lead to star tissue
My inability to heal is directly linked to the fact that I sort of enjoy being a cushion
Human pin cushion laid out next to the tracks that lead out of town
Destination unknown with every step I take
The only difference in pain and growth are the steps
The steps we tale to uncover the mystery that lies beneath the pain and the misery of self inflicted hate
Expecting the plans of others will cause my demise
Service and love are a river
I yearn to “be as the water”
But only when I forget feel like I’m
Drowning in the lackluster that comes from my puffed up ego that will never float on these turbulent tributaries I plan on using to irrigate my mind.
The plan,
The outline,
The design.
They’re all mine.
I just forget and then wind up right back here.
Full circle
