DIRM

It came to me
It feels so right
Does it really matter?
Does it really matter?
Most of the time it does not
Most of the time I would not...
Dare. Feel. Care,
Fall...
It's me, them...can I?
He makes me feel like so.
He makes me feel as if I could try.
One love...
Love...
So unknown, so different.
Could I do that at last?
Could I settle and enjoy things for a change?
I believe I am ready to do this now...
Though the answers never come that easily to me,
Though letting myself go is new
New things have never hurt me that much anyway...
What else could I ask for?
Lucy has showed me the way,
Maybe I should follow it...
After all, I am the only one who's got the power...
The fucking power to hurt my own self,
The power to feel...
The power to let things be.
He cannot do that for me.
I, and solely, I.
Does it really matter?
May I have the wisdom, the power, the courage,
To find out.
-x-