It doesn't happen very often any more
But at times
The darkness calls
And I, feeling pulled
Betray my better self in favor of
A temporary respite from the loneliness.
And though the path I'm on isn't perfectly straight, it's perfectly imperfect in all its human messiness
And it's beautiful, for all of our madness comes
from within, as so does our exquisiteness.
If darkness calls on you, and you find yourself
Unable to resist, I will love you just the same
in the morning, as we are more brothers, lovers, sisters than we are distant cousins.
And you are not the darkness
You are not the pain
You're the seer and the seen
And it's not always easy
to refuse the mad hatter's offer for tea
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
It doesn't happen very often any more
But at times
The darkness calls
And I, feeling pulled
Betray my better self in favor of
A temporary respite from the loneliness.
And though the path I'm on isn't perfectly straight, it's perfectly imperfect in all its human messiness
And it's beautiful, for all of our madness comes
from within, as so does our exquisiteness.
If darkness calls on you, and you find yourself
Unable to resist, I will love you just the same
in the morning, as we are more brothers, lovers, sisters than we are distant cousins.
And you are not the darkness
You are not the pain
You're the seer and the seen
And it's not always easy
to refuse the mad hatter's offer for tea
Love yourself unconditionally Mon amie
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