Monday

The passion unspent
welled up within my heart
is about ready to burst out
I hope I don't do anything stupid
and if I do I hope you are there to catch me
this is a new thing
me thinking of you instead of myself
I put my hand in my pocket today
and I pulled out a piece of me
a piece I thought no longer existed
but I was wrong
it did exist
it just took a journey without me
it found you before I did and now
I have only just caught up
my hands they sweat and my skin it tingles
as I decide what to say, am I too late?
I do not know but what is equally as uncertain is
am I too early?
do I wait on you or trust my own ambitions to be correct
you make me feel like a little girl in love
when I walked home the other day with you in mind
I floated all the way
my mind drifts to you and the pain
the intoxicating pain put there by years of hurt
and years of bad desicions
the pain that once took up every part of me is gone
and all I can see is your light.