void in me
Stu, you inspired me to write...or at least to dig deep and attempt to begin to resurface...
more than anything
i'm yearning to be held
oh, but please...
don't touch me,
i'm so close to breaking;
it's too risky.
i may crumble
to shards of pain
which slice your fingers.
play with fire
and invite me to the dance.
i'll spin
and laugh
and twirl with you,
defying the night
to end upon me
before morning's screams;
before light drifts,
before light dies...
find me.
i'm running from you.
or toward you?
not in terror
or play...
but in recognition
of myself;
of truth
and light.
this place,
this hole in my heart,
bleeds nothingness
into Time
murk-ed with endless
emptiness.
reserved for you?
for no one...
reserved for me,
when i'm ready
to face the void.
ah, but to be held
by you...
in familiar arms
and naive breath...
it's me...
it's no one...
find me.
find me.
...find me.