Reason…

I may not be who you wanted but here I am in the flesh. I can crawl up under your scars and find comfort in the texture nonetheless. I too have made in through the untamed torture that reinvented me. Without the mask that hides facial expressions, I’ve come to find a need. I don’t wanna die within your sweet spot if it all comes to an end. I just wanna change your perception of me as fingers grip the grasp as they bend. Blending into the connection of eyes staring down a stranger wanting to be known. And even know it ain’t the reason, it’s better than being alone. In your transition from old to new as life doesn’t seem to stop. We ain’t getting no younger, so why not? Use our wounds as pillows to rest for a bit. In silence or listening to the chatter flowing from the lips. I’m no one to you, this I can recognize as a snag. The gamble to allow someone to get close is a drawn out drag. But if I could just touch you once as you feel me near. Sinking in to the depths of the otherwise where we shake the symptoms of fear. Coming from the blemishes carved into our skin to revive the heart beneath. Creating a calm after the rush of dreams becoming a reality. It’ll take some time if it’s given to lead the way. From every dusk that lingers into a dawn to reshape the smile that’s absent from the face. Damaged is only an arrogance to remain on our own. If you open up so I can lay within you and wrap myself with your luv. I’m not asking much. Just a chance to show me to you so you can decide what to do with the lust, crush, trust, rush or bodies laying flush. Just take a look and pause, studying my own metaphorical lesions. Transparent to sight as you look for a reason…