"I love you.

I shouldn't.
But, I do

I think
I can hold the candle
to nothing
but a breeze
that never consumes
A thought gone by
I can not lose
Give myself
Holy to you
Died with that
over
and over
again
The only thing I can say
is
No more death

I lie to myself this way

I (forget to not) care deeply
from a place
completely at peace
and not badly broken

Believing in me
Believing in you
It's just what I do
Choice were mine
Maybe things would be different
Fair enough you say?
No.
I do not care deeply
for this truth.

Go on
Live each day

Breath my memory
With each chosen breath
Taste me
We all have a flavor
Of the flesh
Of the mind
Is the only one that matters

Go on
It is not OK
Ignore me
I still feel you anyway
Try
I dare you

I know you tried

Try harder!
It should be so easy

Let me go
Let me stay
Let me be loved
I want no other

Go for it
OR
Love me, too


Hold on

or

Let go.

I recommend both"

I know I scare you!

Evil has met it's match
A true crime of
Under simplified ignorance
This complexity
Gains power from the mind

"I love you.

I shouldn't.
But, I do

I think
I can hold the candle
To nothing
but a breeze
that never consumes
A thought gone by

I can not lose
Give myself
Holy to you
Died with that
over
and over
again

The only thing I can say
is
No more death

I lie to myself this way

I (forget to not) care deeply
from a place
completely at peace
and
broken badly

Believing in me
Believing in you
It's just what I do
Choice were mine
Maybe things would be different
Fair enough you say?
No.
I do not care deeply
For this truth

Go on
live each day
breath my memory
with each chosen breath
Taste me
We all have a flavor

Go on
It is not OK
Ignore me
I still feel you

Try
I dare you
I know you tried

Try harder!

Let me go
Let me be loved
Maybe by another
Who does not exist right now

Go for it
OR
Love me

Grab my ass
and don''t you fucking dare let go!

It's that simple baby
hold on
or
let go

I recommend both"

"The heart never speaks but you must listen to know"-Chinese Proverb.

My heart tells me to move along to the next task. My ass follows me wherever I go. Thank heaven. Otherwise, I might lose it.

I may not be pretty or polite. For what I lack, I make up for with power. Power of the heart, mind, and soul. These are the tools that helped my children grow. It is what I hold onto when I create something from nothing, when I am alone. Fierce is not my perception. Can you see through my facade?