STATE OF THINGS

STATE OF THINGS

Each of us is broken,

but cannot love

in our armor.

Understanding the uncertainty,

the hesitancy, to change a damn thing.

In the 11th hour, of desperation,

there's a lot at stake,

in the choices, laid out before you.

I love you, so hard, so much, so often,

that my heart is swollen and bruised;

impulses raging like storms.

Hard, not to reflexively,

grab, touch you,

to not pull you back in

Egos have to stay out of this,

just don't forget that, 

just because I use strong words,

 that does not mean I am always strong.