desiring.

i wake never wanting to move again,
not until i can figure out my next move with you

the promise of the present is so mired in apprehension, confusion, old patterns, old beliefs

no matter how earnestly i try,
i can’t seem to figure out who I am,
and i wanted to be better,
for you, for this

i wanted this to work…
but the best i could do was show you my scars
and now i can’t be sure you were ready to see them

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