Comfort

Love is uncomfortable

Emotions generally aren’t wearer friendly

Sometimes formalities are called for

You have to squeeze into a way to feel

Or tiptoe over what’s real

Emotional high heels

Its looks good, but you know you’re sore

Uncomfortable

Words sting when they scrape the subconscious

Like some tool used by some doctor…prodding

Worse still is self talk when it stirs the conscience

Nights become lonely

Sleepless

Restless

Uncomfortable

When the world feels cold

I go outside

I don’t want a warm body and a freezing soul

While my hear lets my brain think it’s in control

But the deepest pains are those my nerves can’t feel

Who’s your daddy now?

We feel abandoned, alone, hated, underrated, unappreciated

Like you’re wasting time, taking up space, you’re pacing

Like you ‘re chasing something

Tugging at your collar, its cutting off your circulation

Frustration

To the points it’s getting to tight

Damn, am I getting fat?

I’ve love me through poor choices, lapses of judgment

Bad intentions

Guilt, shame, naivety and innocence

I’ve loved myself through stupidity and ignorance

It wasn’t blissful, yearning to be forgetful

Daydreams of a pistol

Wistful of the greater danger of letting any of this all show

Truth be told

The truth is overrated though

The votes are in

Too many people think lies are the safest way to success

In any form

A pregnant pause for thought, a tear is born

For the way the world can never be, I mourn

Show my hand or play along?...

I’m torn

Ripped in half so many time by emotions doing battle inside me

I’m shifting

My leg shakes

My head throbs

It’s uncomfortable