My mind. My heart. My soul. My body.
Flawed I may be. Yet Amazing you see me to be. As difficult of an image as it may be to see, I do believe you’re able. I have a heart bigger than most though it may be haunted by ghosts. See the truth in who I am, and take my heart back from haunted hands. Beating each day, but shaken by shame. Shaken by past days when I was to blame. Shamed by actions not taken and by moments you had mistaken. Because I know at times I make terribly wrong decisions based on emotions. Sometimes(more often than less) those emotions are out of the immense feelings I have.. Sometimes even good feelings cause bad. Sitting here wishing you could see through the eyes of my mind. Through my eyes you would see. I am more than what you see, and you are even more to me. In my eyes you are the one who saved me from a life I did not want to live. Saved me from paths I would have otherwise took. You read my bullshit like a book. But you stayed to try and help fix me, because deep down you KNOW how amazing I can be. You know that I am more than just human. I am not just a product of others influence. I am unique, and even when I do not try to be. As conceited as that may seem, it was not meant to be. Having the realization or admittance to come to terms with this, that comes from something within. But not my heart, or my mind, neither my spine, something else completely. It comes from my soul. Even in death I know, I will roam. Destined to seek out and finish so many things. Things that may as well be dead, but demons none the less. And even without a body, my energy will still remain, scraping at the remains of the past, scraping at days when I dreamt things would last. My body may seem strong, but I have been tender all along. I live a sad love song, call it wrong, but its my fault. These aches, the sickness, the shakes, its no disease. Its tainted love pulsing through my veins, pulsing through my heart, pulsing head to toe. Letting my body know its shame. Showing me the feeling of being pushed away.. Shutting down, but overloading at the same time. No heart sounds like like mine. No body pounds like mine. No soul is true like mine. No mind can see al my mistakes like mine.
