Tickling in ****, huh?
Is that there
to remind me
someone else
has this kind of fun
playful
cute
even sensitive
and to remind me
of what's gone?

You can spin
in place
for as long
as you choose,
and pretend
things that aren't
are actually true

You can replace
who you want
with another,
but he'll never
know you

Your heart
lies here,
in your many
softly-spoken
words

Unless you can
share them ALL,
in time,
with the man you
give yourself to,
he cannot truly be
the man for you

I'm not satisfied enough to lay down my head until I've stared at this orange-tinted screen that's supposed to help me sleep and I've spilled a bit of my heart for you to see bleed and you're convinced I've got a hole - an unmeetable need.

And then I'm satisfied.
But just enough to sleep.

I remember when
thinking about you
wasn't the
most toxic
thing
I could do

A friend reminds me
I'm not to talk about it
Not with her

And I remember
I'm not to think about it
Not at all

Come to me,
soft woman
Look inside me and speak
The wounds you discover
may remain as your gentle voice
washes over my troubled heart,
but the pain is all but removed
so the healing may begin

I'm trying
to rely on
the right people
instead of the wrong,
but I find I don't have
the right people
to rely on

no one seems
to be a person
who's healthy
for me to confide in

some are healthy
in their own life,
but not right for me
to seek comfort in

others are unhealthy
or unstable;
not a solid foundation
from which to build

the issues I have
seem to be internal,
so perhaps it's best
I go it alone