Dear, Maria

[wittyhandle]

Dear Maria,

“I hate the ways you’re different and the ways I stayed the same
I hate the ways you’ve changed and I’d rather see you chained than estranged
I would clip your wings, I’d make you slow, I’d hold you back and I’d let you grow if it meant that you would never know that at any time you’re free to go because I hate the naked figure of my soul when it’s undressed
The distraction I like best is to feel your head against my chest
‘Cuz It makes me forget about the things I’ve had and the things I’ve left behind and it helps me hide within myself as I wait in line..
oh, to be defined: I don’t know why I even try
These nights are long, this gin is dry
insecurities pour over me ‘til they fill my mouth and I can’t breathe until I spurt it out in songs about this pain that I can’t live without
My mascochistic mind is stained by seeking what it can not find
I outstretch my hand, would you understand?
when the devil wrestles with a man
It’s safe to hedge your bets on who would win...
because the soul is bought and sold when the wage is sin
There’s a wolf outside your door, will you let it in?
because the soul is bought and sold when the wage is sin.”