the roots of the turmoil go deep within my soul, my sweet happy little soul, that cries for tenderness.
the fights and volume of your voice remain as the hurt creeping in my neck.
sometimes i can't shake it off, the way you shook me.
i can't let go of the late nights and scary times, the forced laughter and love.
why, why is it that i only resent you.
the superficiality of you, sits in the pit of my stomach,
the weight of your friendship, pulls me down too far.
sometimes i hold it all against you, you critical bitch.
i can't help but picture you in agony, with a smile on my face.
why, why is it that you chased me.
the excitement in your eyes, warms my heart.
the beauty in your touch lays effortlessly on my skin.
sometimes i wonder how you got here.
i can't help but to hold on tight.
why why is it that you love me.
the past haunts me and sits on my porch in bags.
the look in your eyes is comforting to my long lost self.
sometimes i don't understand your loving demeanor.
i can't let go of all the joy you have brought me.
why why is it that we are so perfect together.
the good always outweighs the bad.
the days are continually brighter with you.
sometimes i realize this dream, is my reality.
i don;t understand how this all happened.
lover of my impossible soul,
thank you for holding me close when the bellboy knocks on my door with lost baggage.
i can always turn to you, and you love me, consistently.
i am beyond breathless at my journey.
