Something New, Something You
I've been waking up to all my brokenness, sulking in the leftover could have beens and unkept residuals. Taken kindly by its tragedy, I've bathed myself in frailty. Complacent identity reflects under the dim light; this empty bed makes space for fueled art and all her passion, it gives to me.
But I've been thinking to myself- wouldn't it be nice to step outside the pattern, tame the fire, simmer the thoughts? I'm tired and I ache for something different, a something new that airs along the lines of foreign tangibilities and secured minds. I sleep in dreams full of static affections and wake to desires driven by love.
And this something new, this something you- You're fragile, open, yet still. You're so very still. I'd like a taste of that. More than a taste, I want to drink it up.
But you know (and I know that you do, as I have mentioned in subtle hints before) it is a little unnerving to observe the similarities you hold to the former. That shade of green in your eyes that pierces through me when you take in my truths, and the way you wrap your hand around my neck. But most of all, it's frightening to me, the way my knees fall weak when I hear you speak. This is when I know that I am scared, and how I know that I am still so very scarred.
I keep trying to glue myself back together with broken pieces of you. I'm soft, sliding wholeheartedly into a hardened match. Can it mesh and will we dissolve? Practice calls my name.
You talk of how scars take time to heal, of how its a day by day thing, and how we should move into each other slow and with ease. And you ask of me that we continue to move... You strum your hands against your guitar, and you play to the tune of my heart.
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