154. Blown By The Wind

Such pace let my lips get caught in a trance.

Striking until the room became unsafe to enter.

Sparks would fly until outlines were lost in a heatwave.

With the tragedy of no match caught in flames.

Mind me for seeking excitement with words such as wish,

Anxiety for the tension that hover over insincere flirts.

Asking me to distinguish a tease from a lie?

Cornerning me to ask, "who am I?"

Crossing yes and no to convince a naughty or nice list.

I let my tongue brush against the aftertaste of sin.

To give reason for my chest to make its voice heard.

But pleasure got my eyes soft in ignorance.

I could tell you all the reason for this chase.

Belief told my hunger to quell with haste.

I was pulled in by seductive hands.

Pushed by no desire to commit.

Equilibrium by face to cement.

My head found its center laying on your lap.

Shoulders loosen from hands brushing my cheek.

Like you gave me reason to believe it'll be okay.

Words from before me screamed,

"This is for those who are worthy."

That only from you could I be relieved.

But the blowing winds are never the same.

What I held near was truly never dear.

I forced hope to grow in the soil of fear.

Innocently watered by spite filled tears.

My whole world fell to ashes,

Within I found the matches,

But agency set it aflame.

Flames scortched and swallowed the daydreams.

The voice of a ghost telling me this isn't what I want.

But I found the freedom to choose for myself.

The Earth blew the smoke away.

And I finally allowed myself to say,

That I give my permission to be okay.

I turned to the dance of the damned.

When wholeness included inane.

Allowing me to be who I am.