love and self respect twined into the rope
surrounded by a toxic cloud of vagueness.

I am the riff-raff of my own heart

my own dishonesty to myself has increased the remorseless presentiment in my soul
my reactions drowned in vain
as he whispered the words that i have so often used on all the wrong faces

my heart was taped together with duct tape
...still some pieces were missing
my heart was not "ripped in half"

it was set a blaze, tortured and hung
left looking in the mirror at its own worthless reflection...

...how can a heart like that ever love again?

love and self respect twined into the rope
surrounded by a toxic cloud of vagueness.

I am the riff-raff of my own heart

my own dishonesty to myself has increased the remorseless presentiment in my soul
my reactions drowned in vain
as he whispered the words that i have so often used on all the wrong faces

my heart was taped together with duct tape
...still some pieces were missing
my heart was not "ripped in half"

it was set a blaze, tortured and hung
left looking in the mirror at its own worthless reflection...

...how can a heart like that ever love again?

In only a few hours I will be on a plane,
traveling to a part of the world
that I've never been.

I can't help but to wonder if this place
will become my soul mate,
this city,
my groom.

Will I fall in love with the lights?
Will I dream of the noise?
Will I wish to stay there until I grow old?

Will I be willing to leave behind the walls of the suburbs that I've grown to loathe? Waking up to the same picture outside of my window. Going through the same motions everyday.

My life is a song on repeat.

The desire for change, the ache for adventure burns inside of me.

The world is a treasure to discover, and your scenery should never stay the same.

Maybe in this city I will find myself. After all,  isn't that what we are all trying to do?

how do I know that this time it will be different?

how do I know that the things about me that drove him away, won't drive you away?

how do I know that you won't just give up when it gets hard?

like him.

how do I know your love won't run out?

his did.

how do I know you're not the man I will spend the rest of my life with?

I don't.

By the power
of the cross
my life is
s a v e d

~pw