such grasslike clouds such pelting
raindrops or glasslike affirmations. to look confident or to break character
during therapy with a need for an elusive absoluteness. (many frowns upon me.
the person behind the mask. or this assertion that most affairs will fail.)
such delicate topics, such behavioral items or rubies so infectious one is crazed
to hold on. (it’s not to shock, but to point to a dear fact, one must work at
redeeming the relation.) such simple clichés. such Rubik’s Cube identities,
where one must negotiate core values. those jamesia diamonds so pure so tender
if but to suggest an unlikely human. our desire for the best or our
ill-responses where most are ill-fashioned to love. how have we learned, in a
system with ranks while I grow forward dispelling the other’s integrity? I deserve
something. I demand something. where Love is unknit about our positions. it
seems apparent to me, the needs for admiration, where a woman says, “I’m more
than a doll.” but I want to cherish rainbows or have a neat family where I have
ideals. I want to adore the image I need it to sacrifice while something
desires independence. (what happens when doors open? if I am always defensive,
or always pursued, or always open, can I maintain something loving or compassionate?)
indeed. we run into an issue, in that space of humanness, while we never
understood our struggle. upon a geranium while tides are breezy to float into
pure purple eyes, to love like redemption those helenium pictures so comfortable
so gregarious. as imperfect lovers where some things are silly, in such a sense
to run around undressing similar traits. the want for something the need for
its manifest while people aren’t raised to meet those standards. those royal
palaces that deep irritation where I needed you to die for us. (I speak
impossibility. I’m sensitive like others. I need a steady ship; but instincts
can’t be abated.) we curve them, or learn to mitigate them, while they suppress
or then explode.) the core person is on trial. what does that person need? in
an environment that advertises multiplicity—or self-gratification. (we haven’t
touched honesty.)
