Theirs too
There is this part of you that just runs away from everything. A piece that tells you to scream at people to leave you alone. Yet every fiber of you say no. Let them stay. Involve them in your life.
And even when you don't you pray that the ignore your responses and jump in. Attacking your senses with their love and excitement.
That part of you that disappears behind some closed door, you ask it gently to make its way back out. No need to feel defensive. There are no harmful rakes trying to damage your soul nor tear your spirit, as once before.
Yet even when you try so hard, those tiny bits of you scatter to the wind. As though the wind is protection far better than a closed door.
And when you finally are put back together there always seems like something is missing. Like words that are left in the dark to come bite you later.
This part of me bothers me. The darkest parts of my life that I just want to dissolve. And though I cannot, I cannot imagine someone would willingly place themselves within my darkness. How could someone do that?
Why?
Although there are a rare few that have, I even question their logic. Only thing they respond with is love. I cannot deny them their truth. I cannot take what is real from them.
And as much as I scream at them to leave me alone. Driven and withering away, they won't let me go down by myself. How do I react but cry. For that kind of strength is shown in such mercy and patience.
Within all that I am expecting to come, I know I have to be clear with myself that these people will NOT let me go alone. My darkness is theirs too.
All I have to do is let them in.
And even when you don't you pray that the ignore your responses and jump in. Attacking your senses with their love and excitement.
That part of you that disappears behind some closed door, you ask it gently to make its way back out. No need to feel defensive. There are no harmful rakes trying to damage your soul nor tear your spirit, as once before.
Yet even when you try so hard, those tiny bits of you scatter to the wind. As though the wind is protection far better than a closed door.
And when you finally are put back together there always seems like something is missing. Like words that are left in the dark to come bite you later.
This part of me bothers me. The darkest parts of my life that I just want to dissolve. And though I cannot, I cannot imagine someone would willingly place themselves within my darkness. How could someone do that?
Why?
Although there are a rare few that have, I even question their logic. Only thing they respond with is love. I cannot deny them their truth. I cannot take what is real from them.
And as much as I scream at them to leave me alone. Driven and withering away, they won't let me go down by myself. How do I react but cry. For that kind of strength is shown in such mercy and patience.
Within all that I am expecting to come, I know I have to be clear with myself that these people will NOT let me go alone. My darkness is theirs too.
All I have to do is let them in.
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