My Vow

The Vow

I can't promise you perfection.

All I can promise you, is me.

Will you remember the beauty of my soul, when you're swirling about in the eye of the raging storm I can sometimes be? Or will you throw your hands in the air and give up on me, when every moment is not blissfully romantic?

I can't promise you perfection.

All I can promise you, is me.

I may fight with you and seem as if I'm pushing you away. Will you remember why you love me and fight for me, cause you know my worth?

I need you to know that I will fight harder for you, than I ever could against you.

I can't promise you perfection.

All I can promise you, is me. 

Drug of Choice

Drug of Choice

What is it that makes me keep trying?

Is my belief in it so deeply rooted within?

In my soul, in my DNA that there's no distance far enough that I could ever run from it.

That first taste so overwhelming. Sweeping me off my feet. The insane fluttering of butterfly wings causing me to float on air, till I sprout my own wings. Loosing a shoe as I take flight. Frolicking on the positive side of invincibility. Embraced by the intoxicating euphoria. Then the other shoe drops, my wings falter and I fall to the ground. Only he's not there to catch me.

My old, faithful lovers "Heartbreak" and "Sorrow" come to me. Placing morbid kisses upon my lips, embracing my fractured soul. I find comfort in the familiarity of this twisted menage à tois. "Heartbreak" and "Sorrow" robbing me of my spirit and sapping my soul, like a junkie suffering from withdrawal.

After many risings of suns and cycles of moons. I find me again slightly different, decorated with new scars. The pain of before a distant memory. With my deep rooted belief, that next time will be different. I take another hit.

Love. My drug of choice.