letting go is my greatest act of love to you
letting go is the bravest thing I've done in a while
my home, my rock, myself in its entirety
you've moved on now
fazed between secluded spaced and secular concepts
I wish you were once again tangible
so that I could see you again
maybe only one last time
or many many last times indefinitely
that I would let you know I haven't forgotten or moved on
rather healed and changed my form, as you have
Posted in response to the challenge Release.
one stick
one swipe
that represents my love
my adulthood
so where is my lipstick?
who's borrowing it tonight?
who's borrowing my courage coat tonight?
I need both to appear ready for anything
take note of everything I say
my feelings are rooted in symbolism and poetry
my femininity washes over me
and a guilty realization sets in
I get to play both parts in my head
man and woman
what can only be described as an unhealthy need for chaos
chaos that fills an emotional void
to be devoid of feeling is to loose your humanity
your identity
your self, and sense of self.
I lost it once, too.
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