I came for the questions,
the exhaustion of heart,
unresolved, unraveled,
frantic
a whisper calling my name:
does it stand alone?
My thoughts are a cage,
carefully built to validate,
walls painted in borrowed browns
while the mind dictates
what is real.
The world seems a play,
a script we cling to.
I want to be the actor
but the observer
keeps imitating me.
I wish I could lose it
The knowledge, the analysis,
to be broken into:
a messy feeling
allowed simply to be.
So being is all I want
to dissolve beyond division,
But the dust forms me,
and my foot hesitates
to move.
Can you be my sunlight?
My existence flickers
am I too much,
or just afraid
of being too free?
I speak in borrowed logic,
pages of others
stitched into my voice
Patterns from the past
carry a quiet, constant nothing.
Can you be my rest?
A reason to love
letting me exist in your arms,
sharing fragments
of all I have?
I promise you love
a loyalty like stars:
distant
yet somehow near,
something beyond
what we can hold.
Can you just…be?
Love me as I am,
listen to this loneliness
I don’t know how to carry.
Because somewhere within,
I am still afraid
to be messy.
