He is an honest man. I know this by his self-description.
His love for me I question, but I believe that’s my reflection
I carry the fear of abandonment, of being lonely while not alone
I can’t shake my distrust of connection through a phone
Surrounded by admirers, but forever on my own
Incessantly questioning the power of attraction,
If this obsession could lessen.
My heart aches with certainty that every thought or word I say is
rooted from my over bearing passion.
It folds itself up and slides right through the cracks of every mediocre feeling
as it falls down through the ceiling, it wakes me up at night.
I crave, I seek, I wander every day for an adventure that could
Hold back my unravel, a cease to painful battle
If I could just find my way by travel
I’d like to bring this honest man.