Phillicia's Page

It's not like I don't love her
My heart just hurts to think of her
This woman that wants to understand... me
My soul, mind, and body

I don't know how it happened
How I left her in the dirt where her veins could no longer reach
my nervous system that seems to become so benumbed lately

If only I could touch her... feel her against me
Like I did once before
Before... before I became so crazed

But the secret is:
I am afraid
Frightened of the way she makes me feel
What she did, and how she made my heart behave

(tuck those skeletons deep in the closet)

I never knew I could be so connected to her
The way her mind searched, moved, and attacked her prey
She was the other me
Told me I was her soul

More rapid were her actions
with me behind her as I searched for the inner me
But I liked things slow...

She rose amidst in her journey
I floated until we hit a roadblock
and dropped from the clouds that we once floated on beautifully together
but now fell through a dark tunnel as we touched gazes rewinding our events together thinking...
"How did we get here?"

Then as we silently fail I closed my eyes
She called me and my eyes stung her...
"You ruined us"

At that moment "we" were no longer

Just Me