I don’t have a halo, I can’t walk on water and these wings are as fake as the uniforms I’ve worn. I didn’t profess perfection in any shape or form.
I didn’t engineer a world where I will always be right. I’ve fucked and fucked up a few times because I’m not working with hindsight.
So in dishing out your sentencing, do bear this in mind. When placing the cuffs around my wrists please do it from behind!
Out of my hands. I can only state my case. Conclusions drawn are chances in waiting or ones not worth taking.
Judgment passed on the past. Not forgotten nor forgiven, but a list of the mistakes I’ve made.
The tarnish fades if you want it to and nothing shines brighter than the cherished heart.
Worthiness is one persons measure of another.
There are no scenarios without you. No fantasy where you do not exist. Whoever I am in those moments I am always me, always yours.
I am vulnerable yet completely in control. I am tied but shackle free. All these things that I become, because of who I’ve chosen to be.
I can’t look at you without hunger, you’re the pounding in my soul. The times I’ve spent devouring you, are the times I’m completely whole.
This satisfaction belongs to you and I’m drowning in it still.
What I want and what I have are not vastly different. World peace is out of my hands. I can’t only play my part, seeing the facts and understanding that power and greed ultimately destroy.
The shiny stuff that people crave is so insignificant to me. You are not what you surround yourself with. Everybody wants to be loved, no amount of shine can replace that.
Brute force can’t stop me from wanting you. Only the end of time will stop that. Rulers will rule and battle commence, but hatred and love are of different minds.
Even though I’m not with you, the world is a better place because of you.
On these warm summers evenings when the lavender gets caught on the breeze…. I feel you. Spine drenched with oil. The small of your back the shallowest depths I’ve ever bathed in.
All the mundane stuff still happens and I still set you apart from all the rest. Life does its best to engulf me, but you’re still the thunderous beating in my chest.
My fingertips with their incessant need to wrap you in these lines.
I’d like the ability to mute life from time to time. To fade other people’s noise. We’re so obsessed with being heard, but I think we lack the capacity to listen. Like the man in the flats opposite me. His drunken rants are heard by everyone but him. The drivers who insist on taking the car on the shortest of journeys all adding to the constant hum. Silence is such a beautiful luxury, but our inability to consider those around us is staggering. TVs so loud it’s borderline intrusive. Filling lives with the shit we inflict upon ourselves. How good parenting depends on the Google speaker you’ve invested in….such utter bollocks!
So if I’m ever granted three wishes muting the world will definitely be one of them. Until then, just stop and listen to how ridiculous you sound to those who are forced to listen.
I’ve followed many paths, but yours was the most beautiful. So much so that the thought of leaving never crossed my mind. I saw the exit signs, but always found another route. Maybe I should have closed the gates behind me, maybe.
I stood bewildered sometimes at the sheer depth I’d fallen, wondering if I’d ever stop. I found verse in my heart and wrote every word. This has become a diary of that path. Sometimes through anger, but mostly through love.
Anchored to you in these moments of calm. Blissful serenity before the storm hits. Before focus is lost to the depths of this torrent.
Anchored to you, in the rise and fall. The breathlessness captures my attention, but attention subsides so soon when I am lost with you.
I sense you and I’m alive, heightened beyond any fantasy. What makes me so real is what you make me feel when I’m anchored to you.
Every word, every thought, spoken or assumed becomes entangled in this connection when I’m anchored to you.
Scribblings of Curiosity 