point of intersection.

was i two years too early or am i two years too late?
did today happen because yesterday didn't?
or did our love come with a due date?




thoughts of the ultimate let go rage in the walls of my mind.
ill move out of the way for you.
for, to me your feelings are undefined.

this cage of rib bones is all there is to protect my heart from what i thought was a forever.
locked behind fragile memories.
two years later i found the lost key of a loves past endeavor.

when was the last time you laughed a true laugh or felt a sincere connection? perfection walked away two years ago by choice.
but what if we were meant to walk into this point of intersection?

should i be singing of giving up for you?
or should i be the stronger person?
+ should i continue to fall deep into each and every point of view?
or would that take this situation but just worsen?

secretly- every wound heals when around your presence.
every worry leaves my soul.
but the good in me says at what expense?
at what emotional tole?

a heart is broken in any direction you choose.
whether you take the right on red or go straight through your gut of green.
this intersection will inevitably leave someone with a bruise.
For who that is, that's a decision completely unforeseen.

i think i am sick of love...or maybe love is sick of me.
a hand no longer held, was letting go + now sitting at this yellow light.
the hardest part was not taking part in what my thoughts wish could be.
For I want to take the book of life, tear two years out, and carefully rewrite.

rewrite my feelings honest from the start
letting go of the fear
avoiding two hearts from ultimately falling apart
showing true, honest love at it's season premiere

the saddest part is i will see you soon.
i will crawl into your arms for a friendly hello.
but my mind will be lost in thoughts of how our hearts are not immune.
they are not immune to all they must undergo

we're not immune to the need for support
we're not immune to knowing our worth + wanting to feel it everyday.
we're not immune to wanting a love that doesn't fall short.
we're not immune to wanting someone to meet you halfway.

your eyes are of all beauty and truth
i won't pretend to feel regret for our hearts eventually mend
not to be lost in the love we feel in youth
but i don't know if i could ever take this situation and just call you a friend.

Perfectly Imperfect
xoxo
Crystal Kimberly