Half woman
Half gypsy
My
heart wonders
Aimlessly
over hills
To
restless
To
settle on one spot
It
may find rest
Instead
Im
unsteady
Wobbles
on unsure legs
I
doubt
Will
hold the weight
Of
which I carry
Weight
That
is found around fat
Edges
of a heart
That
drifts
Picks
up
Debris
of the wind
And
wonders if it is possible
To
ever stop
Or
be still
Still
waiting
Wishing
that there would be
Some
place I felt
I
belong
I
am no rebel
My
nature
Dictates
That
I must leave
Fear
of failing
Makes
me press on
constantly
juggling
The
practical
With
the free
Free
is how I love
While
I carry open
Wounds
I have yet to
Allow
someone to cauterize
I
give
Free
falling
Equate
love with never saying no
Because
No
is a word
That
has consequence negation
Has
a but
But
I am just woman
Just gypsy
Whose
empty places
Take
up a lot of
Room
in still ness
In
sameness
In
not leaving
Leaving
is safe
A
place my insolence
My
inability
To
conform
Allows
Leaving
is always better
Than
being left
Bitter
jilted
Gypsy
Who
love left behind who love forgot
Forgot
How
hard it was
To
pry you heart
Out
of someone else's
Hands
as they hold on for
Dear
life
They
don't know they are killing you
Their
love is strangling
Your
life
The
more you wrestle
The
tighter they get
There
are pieces that remain
In
their hands
Permanent
ink on palms
Until we say words
Like
I need a whole heart
Whole
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