Insight

He is constantly capricious
but always takes a stand
and I continue to follow
his footprints in the sand
He likes to be obstreperous
Extemporaneous
when he’s happ’ly animated
annoying, nonetheless
 detriment at other time
works crumble in his wake
at time it crushes my temper
His glow I try to take
Sometimes he’s completely drunk
a sight I really hate
and when he sees those other girls
subconscious, I debate
his summit is extremely high
so rarely he’s austere
but he has reached it several times
and makes my inside stir
Determination in His blood
good-will is in His heart
A meretricious smile masks
all the arduous darts
Sometimes He’s joyful quietly
that sweet halcyon face
It strangle me fierce, but gently
quick to make my heart pace
I hate to hear Him crying there
alone without a cure
His anguish souls weeps out of him
for what we must endure
And what I’ve come to realize now,
debating in my head
There’s nothing quite so wrong with him
It’s me confused instead
Sometimes I want to strangle him,
sometimes I truly do
Sometimes I want to hold him close
and tell him “I love you”
I hate him because I love Him
the way he makes me feel
like I’m drowning in his sand
of what he makes me ill.
I’m weary of all this battle
with us externally
my mind is spinning endless
of what happens internally
I’m warm, I’m cold, I’m in-between
I’m calm, but I’ll explode
I’m nothing, but I’m everything
I’m lost, I’m in control
My heart is playing tricks on me
I’m confident, but scared
a part of me feels all alone
another says we’re paired
My mind is telling me to leave
‘forget we ever met’
My heart is bursting inside me
‘the perfect time is set’
Leave him before it is too late
turn around and go
My soul cries out ‘It is too late’
without Him I’m not whole
he’s trapped me in a cage in which
I am so free to soar
he’s tied a rope around my neck
but yet I’ve seen much more
I cannot wait to get away
release me from his bound
but yet he has me addicted
with just a single sound
He does this all unknowingly
with just His simple acts
Oblivious to His power
but inside it’s compact.
I am locked away in all His love
He’s swallowed the whole key
but yet the choice is mine to make
I still have agency
Was our meeting fortuitous?
Or is it destiny?
Should I love this man, or is love
a vacuous reverie?
It’s time for me to end this war
this conflict is at peak
It’s time to choose of what to do
Calm down, relax and think.
His voice is in the other room
He’s home and now I know
My mind cannot outsmart My heart
He’s framed now in my door
His aqua eyes are shining clear
His smile isn’t fake
That idiot came back laughing
of course with life at stake
I’m not worried, but I’m crying
He didn’t know what hit
until I had him in my arms
just like him quite a bit.
“Vash,” I whispered into his chest
joy melted from his face
He is constantly capricious,
so concerned in this case.
Sometimes I want to strangle him
Sometimes I truly do
but now I want to hold him close
and I told him, “ I love you.”