Yes, I want to be your friend. I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The оne you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend.
I want to believe there is a somebody out there just for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.
And laughed our way home
And I held you there thinking
I would offer you my pulse
I would give you my breath
I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night.
Some people make you feel safe in this world ,
Not because they understand you deeply
But because they love you despite everything.
Are you healed or do you оnly think you’re healed?
I told myself
from nothing
nothing could be taken away.
But can you love anyone yet?
When I feel safe, I can love.
But will you touch anyone?
I told myself
if I had nothing
the world couldn’t touch me.
In the bathtub, I examine my body.
We’re supposed to do that.
I was vigilant: when I touched myself
I didn’t feel anything.
Were you safe then?
I was never safe, even when I was most hidden.
Even when I was waiting.
So you couldn’t protect yourself?
The absolute
erodes; the boundary, the wall
around the self erodes.
If I was waiting I had been
invaded by time.
But do you think you’re free?
I think I recognize the patterns of my nature.
But do you think you’re free?
I had nothing
and I was still changed.
Like a costume, my numbness
was taken away. Then
hunger was added.
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