some doors shouldn't be opened, but humans have such a violent need to be loved,
so we break the locks and let the demons in
i think how we need to be loved as adults stems from our childhood (or lack thereof).
if you were abandoned, you need to be smothered, to know every second that you're adored. but as a child you were always alone, so the very love you crave makes you feel suffocated and crawling white knuckled to get out.
and so this war rages inside of us, until we have exhausted ourselves & perhaps those who were brave enough to extend their hands.
thin gray horizon
dull, dark, oozing riverside
a heron takes to wing
some people never leave.
they're always inside you,
crushing your glass bones,
and setting fire to your paper heart
i can only write of you,
and you will live here with me
for as long as my hands can hold a pen
everything* he says is poetry
and i am still learning how to speak