Sometimes I feel
That I must be one
Digging down to
Hold against flood
Sometimes I feel
That I must be one
Digging down to
Hold against flood
The danger for me is that
I might love you too much
I stayed distant to keep perspective
I couldn’t handle it if you didn’t care
What you live and give from your heart
Such emotional inteligence off charts!
My energy surges to be with you
Self regulation alone is no option
So I keep closing the door firmly again
Praying for the day you’ll come calling
Mispelled, but maybe better!
“Heavenly perfume fills the car from new procurements.”
“In pushing to make headway, I must ensure there is room for my own expansion.”
“And reassurances.”
“I need clear confirmation.”
I reach but then fall
Run away from it all
My history of loving has been
Deemed a mockery for trying
I am tired of feeling like
I am a fool for believing
To have
To hold
To love
To own
The right
To keep
Comfort
We seek
From ash
Into gold
Our souls
Restored
Despite fears
Beyond years
Two as one
Made whole
“Thickens you up so you can hit back as hard as you take.”
“I mean, seriously – I’ve already gone through these cycles multiple times!
Yet, now I have to fight against injuries.
W.T.F.”
“I think the struggles are wearing on me.”
“He who wants the rose must respect the thorn.”
But what if the rose is embarassed by its thorns?
What if it doesn’t want to have thorns?
And what if this makes the rose even more bristly in its own srlf defense so that its thorns just keep growing thicker and thicker around it so that it can hide itself from any potential external judgements?
I mean, really…Who’s gonna love a rose for its thorns?”
“I wonder if worry will ever leave from around my eyes…but maybe this is what life is all about.”
She wasn’t sure if he was to be her mate, but she would lead the hunters away from him.
“I think I may be mad at myself.
But then again, there’s smoke in the air.”
“Daily life is a fecking struggle – and I can get growly-spitty because of the efforts needed to push all of this crap off of me!”
“Why am I so bitey, today?”
“Pretend I’m not in torment.”
(Fecking eyes on fire)
Black mirth.
She threw up a psychic wall around her mind so that she could internally scream and throw her energies of extreme vexation at it without harming her beloved.
“I had gone to the open market, hoping that I might see him.
But I didn’t – and now introversion again closes the door to exposure.”
I offer depth in superficial connections
Therefore, they are quality interactions
But there are boundaries I live by
To ensure appropriate guidelines.
“I like myself and feel attractive, but don’t have confidence about others’ opinions regarding.”
When she could feel his ache, she needed to ease it – but he was still too far away for her to reach out and hold him.
“It’s another! Criminy!”
(Another support got interfered with)
He left her in the caverns, determined his fate was sealed.
But another then caught scent of her – and the hunger to him appealed.
He was a Prince of Darkness, but she had never been afraid of boogeymen or shadows – just by words and deeds betrayed.
Ever as I’ve sought to find you
Ever shall I support and protect
As my love knows no boundaries
Expanding to embrace our validity