It's not you I lust.
It's not me you desire.
Acceptance is our mask.
Forever searching
what truthful eyes hide behind.
The brick coverings placed one above the next,
slowly imprisoning ourselves behind.
To accept love is to let love enter.
Make space by clearing out.
What need is a possession?
What purpose does it hold?
We cocoon ourselves with our own failures.
Waiting for a rescue.
How blind we are to our own strength,
our own determination.
Living our hell is numbing.
What is actual joy if we never allow ourselves to laugh?
What is actual pain if we have to inflict the hurt ourselves?
Loss is good,
ownership lifted.
Allowed freedom.
Let it go and fly.
It's not me you desire.
Acceptance is our mask.
Forever searching
what truthful eyes hide behind.
The brick coverings placed one above the next,
slowly imprisoning ourselves behind.
To accept love is to let love enter.
Make space by clearing out.
What need is a possession?
What purpose does it hold?
We cocoon ourselves with our own failures.
Waiting for a rescue.
How blind we are to our own strength,
our own determination.
Living our hell is numbing.
What is actual joy if we never allow ourselves to laugh?
What is actual pain if we have to inflict the hurt ourselves?
Loss is good,
ownership lifted.
Allowed freedom.
Let it go and fly.



















































