i've made myself too available somehow
somehow it appears that i'm living with some sort of truth that has become me
i've played the part of the giver
and i've played the part of being the taker
taken a hundred steps towards my intention
only to find it has become lost in my compass
i fall
and i rise
again and again
i've come to rest on the belief that each day
each person
is a new chance
a new possibility
i breathe in and i breathe out
and take in a new life
of my own
i shed the wings
that carried me here
i bury them
and begin building new ones
stronger
bigger
to take me to my next perch
i cannot let it be known that i carry them all with me
each and every one of them.
this is what you do for love
this is what you do to love
she sleeps in my head
her face resting above my bed
she loosely caresses my dreams
bringing me clarity
purging the questions
the color of the photo
slowly fades away
i take her in until my eyes burn
then i close them
and remember
and forget
her smell
her voice
her eyes
her mouth..
a letter to no one
and everyone the same
a letter to myself
reminding me of this brilliance that is at the tip of my tongue
the tongue that was forced into my mouth
i have taken it and made it my own
there is no muse here
there is no further intention
only words
only glimpses
into a moment
a feeling
a temptation
a regret
they all find me
scattered
and i build a puzzle from the pieces i recognize
and turn it into a symbolic image that i don't...
