balance out.

[rewiiired]

Blew away like an autumn wind, then
came back again, this time as a winter chill,
now a couple revolutions later
and a new season dawns:

you could be the
sunlight that warms me
or the beacon of damnation
that burns my soul out through
my dead and darkened eyes.

Guess its just another toss of the coin.
Is it heads or tails, heads or tails, or
could it be time for the mouth to
choke down the bottom end?

I don't know.

I'm more than a little bit lost here,
more than just a little confusion plagues my days,
and your scheduled arrival is four days away.
Five years of anger and pain, five years of wondering,
half a decade of missing you like you wouldn't believe,
just let this be a release and resolution, let's make sure
we balance out the scales this time, my dear,

because I've got wish in one hand and
shit in the other and shit isn't
worth its weight in gold and
wish is a hard thing to keep a hold of
and before you know it you look down
to find a bleeding fist.

Can I drop it all and just
wrap my arms around you again?
Can I do it, could I stop thinking,
maybe, and just feel for once?

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

awesome poem, what an intriguing situation! If this is about you, best of luck