And how I’ll never know just why or understand She said I’ve lost control again

And I laid it all out there

for you to see

and you looked it over, pronounced it Good

we traded little bits of heart and soul

 

and for a few moments

a golden moment or two

I thought “here is the

muse, here is the seeker, here is

the one who will see all of me.”

 

but it’s a fact

the way of my path

that i will never be that which

is The Honored One

The One You Keep

 

I am always the one

you were looking for

and yet the one from which

you will walk away.

I write, as openly as possible, about my experiences with life, love, creativity, depression and not-depression. I share opinions. I promote compassion and change. I talk about music. I also write poetry and short stories. I like to share them here.

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