Tip toe

lend me your peice of mind?

i have so much pent up inside of me that i have to tip toe around this mine feild of thoughts

like bombs burried in the most uncommon of places

how does the whipping chill of a winter morning remind me of the past?

tip, toe...

why does the embrace of a child make me smile and at the same time terrify me?

tip, toe...

why do i feel the shards of a broken glass embebed in my skin?

tip, toe...

but this internal ballerina act is exhasting and im running out of places to hide the bombs

tip, toe...tip, toe...tip, Boom

the winter morning reminds me of the numbing chill that engulfed my body when he came into my room

and i tread even lighter because the golden hue of the hallway light spilling into my childhood room is hidden in the amber-gold beauty of the sunrise

tip, toe...tip, toe...Boom

that embrace; the pure love of a child terrifies me because i had that once too

and i remember the day i lost it

the day he stripped away my clothes ripping with them my ability to trust a man

im battered for the inside out

stuck on a battlefeild of phantom thoughts exploding around me

slowly tip toeing trying not to BOOM!

i feel the sting of the broken glass under my skin because they are much like the parts of my shattered innocence i collected and saved

i locked them so deep inside that i forgot how to find them

but i feel them

constantly i have this tailor made circus act of doom revolving around my head

and i've learned how to live with it...

tip, toe. tip, toe. tip, toe...