There was a time when I waited. A time when you were my knight in shining armor. Manufacturing a rescue in my day-dream fantasies, I wanted to portray, to you, me the victim. The damsel in distress of my own making. I wanted to be rescued from myself. I wanted you as my Savior.
Twenty years ago....that time when I waited. Now, I am too old to be a damsel, and my only distress comes from a dragon called Debt. The role of victim examined, I have less fear and more compassion. I have done just fine without you in my life.
Now, you ask if I will be your friend, and I start to fall down a rabbit hole of emotion. Opening up my heart full throttle, splay open all that I am for you, to be the Savior of your Sorrow.........then I say, "Wait a fucking minute!"
Twenty years ago....that time when I waited. Now, I am too old to be a damsel, and my only distress comes from a dragon called Debt. The role of victim examined, I have less fear and more compassion. I have done just fine without you in my life.
Now, you ask if I will be your friend, and I start to fall down a rabbit hole of emotion. Opening up my heart full throttle, splay open all that I am for you, to be the Savior of your Sorrow.........then I say, "Wait a fucking minute!"
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