I tend to fall
for souls that
violently burn, stand torrid, freeze unchanging
hearts.
I see myself
Fixed--bluntly speaking
my heart, my mind.
To those who love
Not me
but someone
someone other than myself.
I fall for the forbidden
the unchanging,
the admirable
and most utterly sane
at insane moments.
I hope
I hope to mend my heart
tie my lips
so that nothing will seep
no truth will drip out
giving those people
nothing to hold me to
no reason to run away.
In the meanting I'll
Hide
Sit
Bind myself
mentally and vocally
waiting for my heart to flip
towards something right
not-so-painful
not-so-torturous.