Coming Down
i was wrong, but that’s not a surprise to you, is it
That a single kiss, or even a thousand
Could quell the myriad of separate destructions
Which had already taken over my brain
That any love, no matter how strong
Could control the thoughts
When i’d long since lost control
And if i couldn’t maintain the state
Of my own self insides, the brain which i own
Then what was one girl going to do
To tame that which had long since run away
i guess perhaps i’d hoped
Much to your-- dear readers’-- amusement
That a conversation, or deep belief, could reimagine me
More accurately, take me back
To who i was before i told myself that i was less
And certainly before i let those voices gain enough strength
To systematically disable my soul
And maybe she did, for a while, revive me
It’s at least one more check in the reasons to rise
She’s one more hand holding back the battering ram
The influx of thoughts that won’t cease
But even if there’s nothing
That her lips, hands, touch
Can do for my piecemeal mind
i still want to touch her
To hold her, love her, kiss her
The only problem is the doubt
Of whether she wants to be mine