I am a bundle of attachments
Attachment to the beauty of the body
Impeccable the body must remain
alas the body is withering away
as the clock is ticking
I am a blizzard of thoughts
Perfectionism thoughts
Control thoughts
Planning thoughts
Fear thoughts
Love thoughts
Hate thoughts
What do I want ?
Someone to tell me all day long that I am beautiful
Constantly reassuring me that I am the love of his life
The beautiful facade is falling apart
The skeleton of my reality appear
Emotions of
Abandonment
Insecurity
Ignored
Not good enough
A lack
All this perfectionism
Failed in keeping my lover
He walked away
The next lover will also walk away
The pattern will repeat itself
Let those tears
Wash my face
Maybe releasing some of my obstructions
maybe releasing some of my misbelieves
maybe releasing some of my stories
Oh Mother emancipate me from myself
Oh Mother break this bondage
