"LOVE ME" ~

It's not what they can do for me. It's more about how they can love me. Because the most that they can do for me, is love me. To console me. To trust me. To send their touch to me in moments where I feel empty in a room full of people that could do without me. It's not what they can do for me.
It's not what they can give me, but what they can spare me. To spare me of a desperation for things that constantly crawl away from me. or that constantly brawl the weight from me. I'm just saying, what is it that they can do, what is it is that they won't try to take away from me? Things that are mine to keep. Like my speech, my peace; just please, take away the pain that left me crying on my knees. That's all I need. It's not what they can give me. It's how they can love me. Because the most they can give me, is love. Love me. They love to love me. They loved to love me. They once loved me. A song I sung from the bottom of my lungs until I was all the way undone. And so I've become...the sum of love songs that were so strong and in the melody I belonged. and where I may have went wrong, well, the lyrics to my story, they sing it all. But it's what he's giving me, that keeps my voice so strong. I told him, it's not what you can give me. But how you can love me, baby. Keep on loving me, baby. So perfectly imperfect, your scars make it all worth it. Let's compare. And what I can give you? Well, you tell me. But I promise to spare us, well, we, a death of a warm love turned cold. They say the hottest love has the coldest end, and that could never be true through me and you. Our veins, remain heated, through and through.
my shivers thank you, yet I still get the chills when I look into you.
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They ask us to breathe, while they stay gasping for air. They ask us to reach, while they pull back on our chair. They tell us to speak, and ask us to be silent when it wouldn't be fair. They ask that we see, only to criticize a question brewing in our stare.
I often wonder if it's something in the air, like breathing, freely, is the only thing I'm chained to.
Like needing meaning is the meaning behind all I've came to. And look what I've come to...
They ask that we hold on tight to the things that are meant to fall through our fingers. They ask us to let go, let go of things we know, let go of all that lingers.
So how do we believe in forever?
When our touch can only offer so much and our cries see so many goodbyes, when our time never really ties into the time we put into the lows to see the height of the highs. But we do. We do believe in forever. And I hope forever doesn't eternally leave us to bask in an unanswered prayer of hope.
You know, I hope. You know, I hope to remain in such a place of trust. The place where I...unapologetically feel just. Where I feel just, the feeling. The same place where I get to hold onto the meaning of what I'm reaching for. The same place where I don't have to explain it anymore. The same place where forever is a revolving door, Or like a revolver to your very core. They ask that we touch the sun, and then they bring us a gun, and tell us to choose.

I am entirely triggered and this is my muse.

That's not how it works, that's not how it goes.
I'll show you how it feels to live every day on in the very tips of your toes,
trying to see just beyond a vision you've already reached for.
I'll show you what it's like to need more.
I'll show you what's it's like, I'll show you what to bleed for.
I'll show you how to breathe forth, whispers bold enough to blow the whole world up. How it feels to have your words come out of the back of your throat at half the note that you really feel,
and still terrorize the most perfect ears to have ever listened in years.
To hold tears of people you only picture dressed in a smile, ones that would make you run for miles upon miles.
I'll show you what it feels like but only for awhile...
while all things are true within my truths, sometimes even the recluse refuse to lose the connections that became their muse. Sometimes we wake up, and say, I'll show you it feels to understand the confused.
To make the ironic, incredibly iconic.
I'll show you where I lost it,
I'll show you how I built it back.
I'll show you the line and where I crossed it;
I don't know how to hold back.
Maybe it's that I lack, or that I was given, a concept in my heart that released me from a prison
away from chains around my name and shackles that laid suffocating my veins.
I am free now, no longer pressed in my shame. I was to blame for everyday that I remained a day away from my serenity.
And now, I feel so heavenly.
Flying free, and lately, you remember me.

~ L.E.G

and I know it's not easy to rest in me when my energy is heavy.
I feel it too.
I'm with you. see, sometimes there's things I cannot shake.
There are things that make me break, and I am not ashamed.
but I am afraid to make the same mistakes twice, because these vices give me life,
though it's not always right.
And I don't need them to validate my state of mind when I see both sides like front and rear.
So everyday is a day to keep my vision clear.
But if I'm envisioning life through water droplets does that really still count to be clarity through these optics?
And sometimes I'm completely off this topic
because I'm often softly spoken and nauseous
at the thought of being cautious and having the contents of my mind being thrown into an object,
as if it were anything anyone could ever touch.
I don't ask for much but to keep your hands off my feelings and to just...
lend me your breathing.
And it always comes down to what they are needing
and I'm caught between,
teetering on a line of giving and receiving.
Karma vs. healing.
Like, what have they given me that I can believe? And what have I done to deceive but didn't really mean?
so I I guess I...better believe in things that I never saw.
I better sturdy my mouth and tighten my jaw.
Only speak when it's more beautiful than the silence that leaves them in awe.
A tension so raw it could be bought, but I was taught not to sell my soul.
Though it wouldn't be gold, more like water,
translucent to the soul that makes us whole.

He wants you to breathe easy into him. Gentle speech, gentle touch. You see, the touch of a woman  causes him to curl into the shape of question marks that rested on his heart, and you are now the art of his mind. His punctuation. The way he unwinds, his imagination. You are all that exists and all that never did. He wants you to wrap your arms around the strength he holds because society told him to do so, the fragile untold woes that they never would know. Because he wasn't raised to ask to be held, or even be compelled to cry. He wants to be elastic. He wants to spread beyond moons, with you being the shooting star to his eye. He wants to fly. He doesn't want you to ask why, but asks that you understand. He wants you to withstand, what it really takes to hold down a man with aspirations, with emotions, he wants devotion. Watch how he opens up when he receives the love his mother gave him, or even the love she didn't. He wants you to be forgiving. He wants to receive what he has been giving. And you should recognize all that he has been missing. He wants you to listen. And you will glisten. Like the sweat that drips within him when he is nervous in the presence of the beauty of you. He wants to break through. He wants to understand the shape of you. And not what he can physically feel, although that appeals, he wants to be able to trust in a love that will always be enough. Because the man can understand that he is hard to touch, with callused hands and quick demands. Because we demand so much as women, forgetting that sometimes even our thoughts could be unforgiven. I just ask that we are reliving the pieces of us that fall into our man that make them harder to touch. They never asked for much, either.

We don't ask for too much. We just want to be loved. We just want to feel trust, like how we feel the sky fall when it all is never enough. We want to be enough. We want to give it all up for you. We want to be true. We want to feel renewed. We want to feel you, as much as we feel our solitude. Like every molecule that falls into our pores, we want to be yours. We want to hold open doors because they were held open for us. We want to travel ocean shores that were once too far and far too much. We don't want to be too much. We don't want to push away your touch. We want to be in love. We want to believe in "us". We want to feel God, like you were sent from him to us from above.Understand, our wants become needs. Desires become things. Things, we can't always touch. But we always ask, would that be too much. Just a sign to remind us that we are loved, when we do bleed this blood and we leave it up...to the men that hold our hands and protect all our plans; the pressure that withstands when it comes to being women. we just want to be acknowledged through our sin again and again.Because we weren't raised to give in, but then again, we find ourselves slightly begging within for him to see us at the very point we begin within. When we were never without, but our past made us doubt. We are empowered beyond reason, we just pray that they don't change like the seasons. Because we feel that too, through and through. That's why our hearts can turn summer into the wet morning dew. Waking up, looking at you, wondering if we made it through to you from the night before that left us separate in twos. We just want to be one, that's why we become so undone. Good morning, when it's all said and done, we become, the sum, of what has left and what is yet to come.

Some days, I can't be what they want me to be; though I never think about it that way. Some days, I find it hard to stay sane in a world filled with pain that isn't even my own. Some days, my home feels more like a broken bone, healing beyond the meaning of growth. I learned how to cope, long ago. There is no need to ask me why I roam into the unknown spaces of myself.I deserve to know. I deserve to grow into me. I deserve to love infinitely. And so I do. perhaps once, I was not prepared to. Premature steps filled with short breaths had me exhausted far before the storm rained down on me. But I would always find a space within me to be free amongst the water, my fluidity. gravity always seemed to pull me down in the midst of a rising sun...Until I learned how to live my life as soon as the moment begun. I rise with the energy that keeps me one. One one one, I am the sum of what my hands have unraveled to come undone. Do not question my achievements, because I can promise you it came from the only place that I believe in. That may be the same place that I have grieved in, never to deceive my agreements.There is a reason, for all that I sleep with. For, all that I ever needed was within. So how am I gonna win if I'm not right inside this heart of sin? Human, so flawless in a pool of imperfections. I am rested, knowing that all that I know,
is all I am kept with.