I find solace in pages of old pain

Raw, articulate –

Things in which I doubt myself to be

Flipping through pages like a movie reel

I never leave my grievances at the door

But the pages – yes – they turn

They hold my secrets

Just as they hold me

Because the solutions remain the same

Even as I change



You have a fire

And it rages

I see that spark in your eye

When you tell me that

You don’t love me

There is a chaos in you

That feels like home to me

Never test my devotion

Because you’ll be proven wrong

You are the only one that I want –

The only one that I see

Something in you screams for help

I just want to be the answer.