It's one of these feelings where I know if I could just hear your voice a sweeter honey, smoothing out my rough edges that I could settle these raging tides in my heart long enough to sit still and just be.
And if I could just feel your touch for a moment a softer satin, soothing my tattered spirit I could actually spread wide my arms and welcome another in.
Yet as I feel him sink his teeth in to the vein leading directly from my heart to my feet, I am stepping out from this routine and reaching to the unknown.
because this fear dislocates the numb's hold
and although the thorns draw blood to the surface it's almost comforting to know I can still bleed
because without your sweet whispers, reminding me that there is beauty in the breakdown, I am scared I will never resurface as a refined portrait of the woman I started
and instead I will be proof that loving and losing has it's sweeter revenge.