Part of me hopes that faith is blind; the other part of me hopes it's true. I gave up wrestling with you a long time ago, but you won't leave my doorstep. None of these secrets are safe inside my head, and I've given up on my heart. Crossing these train tracks will be the hardest thing I ever do, but I never belonged on the right side anyway. I'm a troublemaker, a whore, and a slave to these demons. But you invite me in, you ask me to stay, and you ask me to join you at the table of friendship. You share a meal with me, and we are in bondage forever. Like balloons floating in the open sky my secrets far outweigh the clarity of a sunny day. You take the secrets I have carried, and I am now left empty-handed. I am left with nothing. And this is how it should be.
"You invade me like
a volcano. With nowhere
to run, I fall down.
I've been waiting for
someone, someone like you to
save me. . .just in time."
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