Being Naked.
Desiring vulnerability, to be attractive,
Enjoying an acceptable form of intimacy,
Being open to how I really feel,
Worried about my female self to be unacceptable,
Lacking ability to conform to social norm.
Taking the Bus.
Experiencing, undertaking relationships with a group of people,
Taking a certain direction, in company of others,
Trying to get somewhere but feeling so dependent,
Possibly concerned about weight.
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As the animal rages inside,
wanting to tear flesh and feast,
the words "I love you", sincerely, softly spoken
calm the silent beast.
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Like an orchestra tuning up,
the dissonance turns into perfect unison,
when I focus on you, Lord,
my life's director.
You put my melodies to the light
and let me know when they're just right.
You let me see through the good and bad,
Lord, you're my shit detector.
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It's been two months since it ended,
and you've been a mess ever since,
and you're sick of feeling like you do.
All I can say is that this will pass, and that I'm praying for you.
As for me, I'm sick of being scared shitless of ending up feeling that way too,
because I'm told things,
that I'm truly cared for,
that those I need will be there for me,
and all I can say is I hope that's true.
