the problem is
i’m ever-changing
flowing from one thing to the next
re-wilding today
reconstructing tomorrow
sparkling, shining, and then falling apart
but you want black and white
you want boxes
you want a straight path
promises
solutions
no deviations
no if, buts, or maybes
no backdoors
no questioning
no stepping outside of the fucking lines.
but i don’t see lines
i can only read between them
i live in the spaces in between
the transitions
the pondering
the preparation
the fall
and you’ve blinded yourself to her
the mystery of things
the lady who says, “who knows?”
and goes where her body tells her
you only value the yang
the certainty
practicing surrender to pretend
you’ve let room in for the yin
but you only welcome her in
when it’s convenient
useful
you seek your answers from men
who tell you what you want to hear
She’s still waiting for you to wake up
to the other half of life
you’re missing out on
because it doesn’t impress you
to sink into feelings
to soak in the questions
to bask in the waiting
to breathe in the slowness
if hard and fast is what you want
soft and slow is the divine beauty
exquisite in her contrast
irresistible in her mystery
irreplaceable in her knowing
that you will never have
in all your years of searching
for more and more and more
She will pass you by
in every moment in between
and you’ll never know
how you tortured yourself
thinking it was useful
to never slow down
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