If only my heart bled like my lips do when I chew them
maybe more people would notice the pain I am in
behind the smiles and salaams there is an emptiness
I swallow – attempting to drown myself in an ecstasy of your mercy
Floating barely
I am lost in a state constant – at a loss of my lack of surrender to you
Like an photograph over exposed several times – I am seeking pigment to give myself meaning
In connecting with others, my deficits are only reflected and magnified back to me.
Only in you do I find partial solace
Only having a partner I will suffer in a delicious agony fully
At your service
