I seldom understand myself
Because, I am not myself
You see, at moments
When you see me
Yes, it turns
A rivet in my bones
Collapsing and crashing
Into my rib cage
IMPOSSIBLE!
You say
POSSIBLE!
I say
and here comes the riddles left and right and over and under
and somehow in the middle of it all
I find myself still in wonder, wonder, what glorious wonder
It’s so very, very, very noisy
Inside this body, body, body
Where in there’s a melody,
Soft and tainted
Is trying to escape me.
Until it grows into the beating of a thousand
Drums, it will remain
The same in this tiny
Hungry heart.
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My love is selfish and intense, possessive, and obsessive. It can be proud, and callous at times—but it will never give up, my dear. …It’s not perfect, but it tries. It’s not everything, but it is something. Take it or leave it, hang it in a corner and miss it.
I haven’t written in ages. It needed to be written. My soul wanders sometimes.