I keep wondering,
Could I be content with happy?
Ha, that's a funny thought.
I'm blinded by the worst
Yet I pursue it so urgently
What could be right?
The fact that I'm falling in love
But I'm aggressively running away from it.
It's a whirlwind of ignorance,
I'll keep running from yours.
My clarity is being fogged
I refuse.
I hate you
Who am I kidding?
Me, that's who.
My divided contradiction
It's right because I trust you
Could I possibly be content?
I've found it in an anxious trust
My wandering soul
I've found my love
A love for the unsure
Delighted in the journey
Trusting my way through my disbelief
And willingly falling into the very thing that ran from finding.