I have tried and tried all weekend.
I have cried and screamed and haven't slept.
By being too divided, too willing to love too many.
I want comfort, I want close.
And I have not.
And should want not.
I feel confined in this expanding heart of mine.
That wants more love, yet gives away too much.
With naught in return wheezing it's way along after the beautiful lively loveliness of life.
