As someone who wholly uplifts
every thought,
fascination, and emotion.
To something greater than lust.
It's that lust-like something,
that breathes,
conquers, and revolves,
controlling the real me,
the here, the now.
So much of a past,
causes my mind to flip,
to switch, back and forth,
Darkness, to sullen, to fallen,
To new.
Now, I want.
I want that new to be real,
to act.
I want to teach,
myself to control,
the flip that sets my mind into chaos,
Into confusion
I want,
to convince myself out of lust,
into communication,
with my heart,
with my minid that sits in reason,
that defines the uniqueness of me.
I know,
that in time,
with searching,
I'll eventually talk,
connect, and introduce myself to the one who sits inside of me now.
In that time,
They'll sit, chatter, and sigh
A sign of relief,
Apologize, and unite.