You
This hold you have on me is impossible to break.
I don’t know what to do
I feel like I’m trapped between two
places of confusion
confliction and pursuance
I don’t know what to do
you make me feel so new and
like I’m not dumb and you do
the things I’m scared to do and you
say the things I’m scared to feel
the things I hide so deep inside
emotions that I’ve buried far
thoughts that I’d abandoned and
I don’t know what to do
at all with you I promise
to try my best to be my best so you
won’t be let down by
the empty promises I've
kept buried underneath the dread,
the pain, the hurt, the deadness
the lost, the found, the lost again
the promises you’ve promised to me
just by being here and being near
by not being him or her or he
by not taking his poor escape
in leaving me in the dust and rain
I don’t know what to do
with this love you’ve given me
About the Creator
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