I’ve been abusive and I own that
I commit to my healing, my growth
I can’t make you let me help
But I’m here if you will
I’ll move with you like the willow with the wind
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@honestyalways
I’ve been abusive and I own that
I commit to my healing, my growth
I can’t make you let me help
But I’m here if you will
I’ll move with you like the willow with the wind
When will it stop
The feeling that each
Bump
Scrape
Scratch
Will be mortal
That it will be the killing blow
That the retreat will be for the final time
Will it ever stop
- j
The light is different
It’s bright and electric almost
The refractions and reflections that I
Never noticed before are brought to the fore
And I start to almost convince myself
I am an untrustworthy narrator
But I’ve done enough therapy
Enough small-talk
Enough deep delving
To know that all that’s happening is
Me, trying to tell myself, something
And even if that me
Believes what it sees
It doesn’t make it real
But it’s still worth listening
A good idea, lost in a sea
With something else to see
And something more to do
And so it disappears
Floating beyond view
But what goes around comes around
And here is the good idea anew
There’s certain little voices
That whisper
As if into empty rooms
In the dead of night
And I don’t know
How many more times
Or if it will be endless
The effort of speaking over
Of rewriting
Of silencing
Those certain voices
-j
There’s a fake fireplace on tv
The dog is snoring intermittently
And the bug is an octopus in all directions
But you’re wearing my dressing gown
And I’m glad to be where I am
-j
Fear is all too familiar
That sometimes I just wish it go
But I fear that I would forget
How to be friends with fear
Without losing myself
-j
The blurry light
From the television
The gentle weight
Of your hands tucked under head
Resting on my chest
The softness of your cheeks
Teasing my fingertips as I caress your hair
This is heaven
-j
I look at your lips
Or the curl of your ear lobe
The swell of your ass
Or the smooth skin of your thighs
And I lose my train of thought
And forget where
And when
I am
-j
I always balked at the idea of planning
But I would get upset
When there was never the time or the energy
To meet somewhere along the middle
And now I’m walking myself back from desperate
To plan to be near you
As close as you’ll let me
Because in the last what-feels-like-forever
I’ve learned that the things you find
Most important
Should always be planned for
-j
Maybe it’s my bias
Maybe it’s the way I would drop everything for you
Maybe it’s just what you deserve
To be treated with the highest honours
The highest respects
So when anyone treats you with less
I am shouldered with the contradictory weights
Of both anger
And sadness
That soft feeling
Of warmth in my stomach
As you turn your head
To accept a kiss on your check
-j
The easiest weight I’ll ever lift
Is not some piece of gym equipment
Or the dozen grocery bags that need bringing in
No, it is you, with your arms around my neck
And your legs around my waist
-j
I thought I knew limbo
But I’ve reached a new stage
Of being close but far
Intimate but distant
And I desperately want to close the distance
But you know the door is open
And I pray you choose to walk through
I’ll be here, irregardless
-j
There’s this song that I heard
About a man afraid of Love
Because Death is always lingering close by
And it breaks me every time
Because the only way you don’t die alone
Is when you live close enough to Love
That you become friends with Death
-j
Sometimes the simple pleasures
Like picking a flower off a tree
Or dipping your feet in the water
Are all you really need
And if you let them be
Are more than enough
-j
Sit
Watch the dog
Stand
Play with the kids
Walk
Love you however I can