How do I create this space with myself?
What do I need to navigate through this life,
With the carefree fire, the lack of hesitation,
The ability to love so freely, so effortlessly?
To throw your body, your pride, right on the line.
All of you, standing there shamelessly in the glaringly harsh light of day.
My nerves burn, my ego stumbles,
Bruises settle into a permanent home under salt-water tears.
My insides twist while I promise to be braver.
Next time.
I don’t rearrange words to make them beautiful.
I only know how to take them as they come.
You blow kisses, you make promises and declarations,
And I sit back in awe.
I want to scream, “But don’t you know?”
You fall in love.
Of course you fall,
That’s how you end up face down on blood-spattered pavement.
Writing Space. 