Jun 23

Letting Go Of Perfection

letting go of the words
that bind me to a dream
I've forgotten to want.

through years
and tears,
walking a thin blurred line
that separates waking from dreams.

lost in memories of someone
I never learned to be,
yearning for what could have been.

unraveling the tangled ball of string
that I call my emotions,
cutting out the knots one by one.

to forget,
I first have to forgive,
but I can't find the instructions for that,
soI suppose the clock must keep losing minutes.

stars replaced with cold neon light,
from the unforgiving place I say I want to see.

finally I
let myself out
of the box I forced myself into,
and let the raging river of life
decide where I float off to next.