or the feelings?
I've never really been able to determine
the root cause
though I am aware of some sort of dysfunction
as I like to say with music
I don't have that great of an ear
Definitely know when something is off
Though not sure where to go from there
Maybe we try something new this time
Grab ahold of the fear and discordant chaos
Eh
Maybe we don't
Peace and a chance to breathe
Deeply
Delved into myself
No one else
Interloping
Interfering
Exerting their power
However subtle and soft
Constant distaste and dissatisfaction
Through no flaws or faults
Except my own?
I am a good person
Who deserves love
But does that mean I must accept all the love I am offered?
How spoiled a thought
To have love enough to turn away
As I think so little of myself to take whatever could be offered
Because there will be nothing else
that softens my gaze
curls the corners of my mouth slowly into a reluctant
blush-cheeked
smile
but the need to evoke the romantic. On sight.
Tripping over myself to worship them as one would god
Not the consolation of trust and attention
