It’s a thin line…
I know it exist because it makes its presence known,
Its proximity is smothering at times.
I assess it often, surveying its every move, but never understanding its true power.
I test its boundaries so often it scares me.
Love conflicts with rage when it comes into play.
The warmness between my legs that race my heart, mirror the rage in my eyes when my emotions rise.
It’s a thin line…
Some embrace its negativity openly, while I decline its invitation to indulge.
For I fully know its intentions are to receive me now and consume me later
Absorbing my every thought while controlling my actions..quietly
I balance this continuum as my burden some days, a rite of passage on others.
It’s a thin line…
I know it exist because it makes its presence known,
Its proximity is smothering at times.
I assess it often, surveying its every move, but never understanding its true power.
I test its boundaries so often it scares me.
Love conflicts with rage when it comes into play.
The warmness between my legs that race my heart, mirror the rage in my eyes when my emotions rise.
It’s a thin line…
Some embrace its negativity openly, while I decline its invitation to indulge.
For I fully know its intentions are to receive me now and consume me later
Absorbing my every thought while controlling my actions..quietly
I balance this continuum as my burden some days, a rite of passage on others.
It’s a thin line…
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