Right Now
It's about time for a breakIn every possible way
The break in which you stop and breath
And the break in which you crack and fall apart
I'm compressed and cluttered
Nothing left, even for a collosal mind
My chest is squeezed tight, nearly shut
And I don't have much of a capacity for love or compassion
The little pockets that I have are crying for filling
I need I need I need
I've poured myself out
At the end of my rope
I need a reach and a pull back in
A dive and a soak in an ocean of energy and strength and mercy and care
I'm not meaning to be stoic, I just have none of these things
Fill me Fill me Fill me
Anyone, from anything
I am so parched in the heart
Don't think I don't like you, I'm just barely able to express
Breathe Breathe Breathe
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