take my hand and climb with me…
Girl ~ Tori Amos
How quickly, I slip. Back into, thinking. What’s best, for you. Trying to twist, myself. Into salve, a balm. A human, band aid.
What kind, of life. Is that?
Based, on need. Offering self, as solace. Love, in return. For rescue?
Maybe, it’s time. I stop.
Needing, to be needed. Trading parts, of me. To save, broken pieces. Of you.
Maybe, it’s time. I find.
An equal, worthy. Of the whole, me.
And maybe, this time.
Yes with a message for my heart…