You’re my girl

SOC Writing _ 20.9.21

You’re my girl

That’s alright, I will fight till the sun goes down then early in the morning I will rise and find in my gut a new day of destruction and leave the posts bare against the brightening of the day. You have gone away and I can feel my essence weakening – at my core I adore whom I have found make me come alive – make me more that I was before – more like bringing a magnet close and pulling all the filings into clear attention – the precise way I am alive and dead – when I sit at the bar and am a million miles away you do not stand for it but call me as Pluto calls the sun – as the Heisenberg principle turns us – we, once connected can never be apart – and this as I start day 3 and wonder if I can do this - long haul – wonder what good it is to pretend I am strong when really I am just a man chalking up bravery where none is - where the body is so pensive about a long and desperate night with no consolations, no body, and just my machinations of your deep and dark world. I am strong yes and I desire more with you – deeper and stronger - fuller and more satisfaction – a world we make that love engulfs – I am standing her from afar loving with all that I am – knowing that letting go is not easy – that this is not supposed to be easy – but wanting you to know how hard it is and how hard it is going to be. Tender now, tender inside as outside will also be gentle. Let the race run – the firing gun has pulled us off our marks and like you say the drugs have come on and now be in them. I love you, always - wished I’d not said that silly text about fucking off - but know deeper we are good, like the fighting Irish we always keep in reserve at least 10% to deal with anything unexpected – I love you – I love you, I love you, I love you dear.