Will I Sacrifice?
familiar honesty that's still uncomfortable
Image by Liana S from Unsplash
If I'm honest... I am jealous of your love my own heart a fleeting beat I keep returning to red then green then red again at the base of my inconsistency is insecurity I know how to give but how do I receive it's not a worthiness equation I am just an overthinker on balance every time there's addition I subtract none of this feels totally right but this isn't about directions it's about presence and right now I am a voided check box of sacrifice empty and waiting I have practiced the self but that is no path to completion an isolated whole is still a hole I see your bond and feel covalent ionic let me be transparent my eyes are a vessel of lust and everything is potential filling still can I hold forever can I hold anyone longer than right now
A raw freewrite that points right to the wound. This one takes me back to Old Poetry. I’m looking for the exit from this cycle and calling myself out.