Isn't

Young Recovery

Her insides are frozen

His are bound

Hands meet

Briefly

The fire and unsettled truths revealed

Drowning in what could be

But, isn't

The secrets are under it all and it's too much to look past

He says the door is open

But the important is locked

He'll never hold her or see her

She'll never really have him

It's all caught up

He nor she can break free

She'll sleep

He'll drift in smoke

Dream of another place

Warm and real

Safe and secure

He'll fit and fill her 

Bottomless hope it is

She believes

She knows this deal and knows it all too well

The pieces will fall, as they do, never in place

She'll leave it all behind

Or attempt to

She'll force herself to forget

Her insides are frozen and this just adds an extra layer

Reviews

[Tricia O'Brien]

Thanks Chris, sometimes my hand moves much faster than my thoughts

=-}

[Chris]

" it's to much to look past" - too much?

"dift" or drift?

sometimes a person wounds themself so they don't have to feel.