2.23.2010

collapse.

wanting things not our own, we
make our way in, so
unwelcome

the thrusting of our own desires into
vulnerable shadows, so
mistakenly exposed, so
agonizing on the entry

i can pretend this doesn't hurt or i can
fight you off, i can
attempt to disappear into my
vague recollections of
a happier time

willing the end

there is no
dismount, only invade and
invade again and i

collapse

--
god has wisely kept us in the dark concerning future events and reserved for himself the knowledge of them, that he may train us up in a dependence upon himself and a continued readiness for every event.
-matthew henry

2.11.2010

sandpaper.

i may be rough around the
edges but i'm still
breakable on the inside

all the wear and tear of a
beloved paperback, plus the
fragility of an infant, minus the
innocence

weathered by heartache and
seasoned by the calloused hearts i've
given mine away to, i'm just

one hot mess