Truth or not, whole or not.. all of this, is incomplete |
Incomplete: You are too good they say People will take advantage of that You have to make them respect you You love too much You care too deep We know you. Sometimes you lose yourself in caring for another, they told me They said the words over and over again They felt the need to protect me form myself Now, I know I am dangerous to myself I cannot protect myself I am vulnerable to myself I cry as I look in the mirror defenseless from me. From my mind From my thoughts From my heart From my longings The desires that sit deep inside The want I want to want The way I love what I love I run. It follows me in the dark like a shadow does I cannot see it but I know it's there They will break you They said; Don't trust them... They don't love like you But they did, they loved like me, and then broke me Like I was told It's truth, It's lies It's whatever it is It's called in blacks, and reds... Maybe violet Cannot perceive the colors Like I cannot perceive the truths Or the emotions that run deep Steady, slow and steady they are They run deep Cut slowly, again and again Being in the outside, but feeling like you are in Doing things half way. Incomplete thoughts. Short stories that make no sense today. Loves that aren't full- kinder like loves that are ghost I can see them, feel them.... Cannot touch them, they whisper in the wind and I know it's them Cannot run from them; Incomplete; is what I know now. |