i wish i could tell you to come to me and you would
right then. not later or after
i wish i could learn how to be vulnerable again after
a life time of hurt and disasters
i wish i could say keep me safe and never let me
...have a question
i wish i could say love me and never stop
rehabilitate me to a glory former
not of now, not of this place, but of some place ideal and tender
but i wonder
if you know how
or am i bartering my heart again to the village butcher...
these are the thoughts that keep me stuck
between wanting to call your name and wanting to stay sane
Sunday, April 10, 2011 2:13pm
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