Traveling in these wicked twists and turns in my head,
How has this happened? I would love to find,
A most comfortable place to rest my mind.
These winding turns, alluring as they my be,
I do not want to pick this ugly fight.
Though you hold me hostage, with strength and might.
I have begged for your unearned trust.
You leave invisible ransom notes,
Promises. Just as invisible. Sinking boat.
Yet I float.
I cannot make happen, what will not be.
I cannot force this aching heart, to feel,
That which will not, cannot be real.
© bipolarmuse 2012