Sometimes,
I feel like I'm living my life
just trying to fool me.
I don't even know what parts
of myself
are real anymore,
and it scares me.
I want to know who I am,
but I'm also scared to death,
because maybe,
I'll hate me.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
I'd like a fresh start.
Is that too much to ask?
I'd want to move on,
but that's a laborious task.
My past weighs me down
like a noose
or a crown.
I need a new page,
or I think I may drown.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
It's been a while
since feelings like these have pervaded, invaded, slipped through
the walls I built up.
I was afraid to trust
having been misused, mistreated, mistaken.
But you cured me...
it seems, I hope, I fear
with your incorruptible inculpability.
I was wary to let go, commit, reveal.
But you convinced me
it's okay
to express, abandon, accept.
So to me
it's quite new
(kind of hand-me-down new)
this feeling, experience, occurrence;
like closing a box,
hiding it away,
only to open it
much later
and find something:
new, developed, changed
better.
It's all so
strange, unexpected, exciting
incredible:
the way you make me feel.
I'm relearning
how to trust, to share, to grow
to love.
And,
despite my misgivings,
I long to grow closer, learn more, be free.
Because to me
you're unique
amazing
inspiring.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
your love, it holds me
your love, it binds me
your love, it cuts me
your love, it blinds me
your love, makes me feel
like a captive
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 9:04 PM UTC