Often

Often

I am so lost.

Often

A lot

Okay all the time.

But then I don’t always know how lost I am.

Sometimes, too often, it takes a while.

I forget how you define me.

Shape me and make me all the right angles.

Even when those angles don’t look right

I forget how you love me

Sometimes your love doesn’t feel right.

Then all I do is complain to you.

Whinge and grumble…

That’s why I can ask and wonder why

do you love me?

How is it that you could?

 But often…

I don’t care how you do

You see when you come close,

I come alive.

I’m alive.

Alive and it hurts

Alive and I bleed

Alive and it’s real

 So often,

Instead of turning and running

I stay still.