Out into the Wild
Help me get down. Help me climb out of here. Out into the Wild. Out into the open waves that crash down on my chest. Crack open my ribs and take this broken heart of mine. The rivers run through the streets at night…but you won’t find me there. You’ll find my back up against the wall. Waiting for the wild. Waiting for the beautiful. Waiting for the sound of the night to come crashing down, waves crashing down, life crashing down. Build me back up again. Pick me up. Tip my chin and tease my lips and whisper in my ear; the night is wild but I fucking got you. It’s going to be ok.
Maybe I’m far too nervous to make it out alive. It is tiresome and haunting; is it courage or stupidity. Ribs split, heart exposed, trying to do what’s right…head into the wild and come out a man. Search for me on the streets and say a prayer. We’re all forgotten at one point or another. I just want you to remember me. That’s all. One person. One experience. One fierce companion that knew my name before the storm. Love is intentional. Love is. And I am. And I can show you, if I had it in me. But. I. Don’t. 🐢
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