All I Could Have Been.

[rewiiired]

Sky looms above me
my feet firm, resting on hard earth,
though my roots don't stretch
too deep yet.

Hold me before I float away.
Stay until they come for me again.
Could be months from now,
years from now,
could be tonight.

Don't look too deep in me
upon my return.
I don't want to rape your mind
as they rape mine.

Don't look too deep in me.
We've all got our hells,
mine is mine.

Yet you have roots.
You could be
the solid anchor I need,

so just stay with me,
hold me,
until they come for me again,
then wait for me,
as I always come back around.

See in me all I hope I could be.
Bleed to me so I can feel something.

Deal with me
as I struggle to gather up the pieces,
stitch them together, try to make
some vague semblance
of sense out of all of this.

I can't turn a blind eye,
cough up a will to just believe.
No, I need to know,

then, in the face of it,
struggle to manufacture
my own meaning.

So just be my crutch
till I stumble,
till I have to drown in something
just to escape myself.

Till I realize, once more,
that its the only time
I truly feel free of them.

Then see in me
all I could have been
and despite that remain
just to fully embrace
this living corpse.

Then I will.

Then I'll trust you
when you say you love me.

 

[nearjat]

I like it

 

[ArcsAngles]

great

 

[New]

Hmm. These seems to be somber threads that we both share, watching our lives flash in front of ideal possibilities. I feel the burn as well.