Betrayed By Self

I often find myself cursing my eyes…
I ask them - why can’t they be more like my lips?
Why can’t they weave lies with the same ease?
Why must they be so transparent? Betraying me with every glance…

I often find myself cursing my voice…
I ask - why can’t you be more like my expressions?
Why can’t you be soft, calculated, and reassuring?
Why must you pitch and waver? Exposing my uncertain with your tone…

I often find myself cursing my heart…
I ask it - why can’t it be more like my brain?
Why can’t you use logic to solve your aches?
Why must you beat so incessantly? A metronome to my indecision…

And as I sit here in the wake of our words
I find I am cursing myself… because you never know what you have till it’s gone.

Careening Out of Necessity

Amidst the chaos we drift towards each other
Not because we’re right together
Not because we fit corresponding molds

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We careen out of necessity
An attempt to achieve sanity
I fall into you, you collapse on to me

We find stillness in breath
Synchronicity in thought
Harmony in intuition

My push, your pull  is comfortable
We move out of anarchy

So soyez tranquille, soyez tranquille…
But will our hearts still grasp for one another once we’re free?