I walk the world searching for beauty and poetry. Someone beautiful who will feed my hunger, give me pleasure so pure, so whole, so good that it takes away the isolation of my pain.
I go from place to place trying to get my satisfaction.
I don't even wish for a miracle.I just want a day without pain or triggers to remind me of my pain.
I hope for days without pain on the menu.
Sometimes I bury those feelings so deep I can't find them. The past troubles me as much as my present.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Sleep
Sometimes I don't sleep at all. I don't give myself permission to feel, because it hurts too much. I talk to you on the phone, like its all ok. You never came to love. I am afraid every step of the way.
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