The Confines of You

I only feel free in the confines of you.

When in absolute solidarity,

I'm fenced in by--thoughts--anxieties

Labeled: love, future, self.

Then you walk in

Angry with all of the disappointments of the world

Disappointments often overlooked by normal folk:

Lack of kindness, skill, consideration.

I am consumed by your presence

By your existential outlook on what is

And what should be.

Suddenly it seems my thoughts

My pain, my sadness, my joy

Are not restrictions

They are not the shotty qualities that must be

Rewired, reworked, fixed...

They make me more human.

Magnificant uncertainties and vulnerabilities

Pour forth

Tearing flesh from soul until I am but air.

The planks fall back, and I become nothing and everything

All at once.

And for you, it seems so easy.