20120520-222743.jpg

There’s a breeze that comes for me at night
It’s not quite, but I call it hell
Even through all this
She has all kinds of faith in me
And I have none for myself.

All my demons are self created
Finding ways to try to break myself
Even through all of this
She has all kinds of love for me
And I have none for myself

And I take my inadequacies and self doubt
Project it on her, I’m holding cards she hasn’t dealt
Despite all of this
She has all kinds of patience for me
And I have none for myself

And the mirror never lies
It’s just mean as hell
And she’s standing behind me in that reflection
Holding me up with strength
I do not possess myself.

And I love you, Frances Marie

Advertisements