tender fingers and chapped lips
both results of a late night fight:
my head against my heart.
my heart reigning supreme as always.
my head bows in defeat,
for it knows the pain my heart will soon face.
my heart is blinded to the realities of the world
it is ignorant and learns nothing from the past
"i need you"s coming from bodies real substance.
there have been no worthy adversaries-
considering the wounds that my heart has self healed from.
there are scars from each battle that burn bright,
that don't fade away. they make their presence known.
all of this head and heart business combined
can form an unpredictable whirlwind of emotions.
can you forge through the storm?
can you make it through to the end?
i hate being wrong, as do most.
but in this case, i would love it.
i dare you.
