Untitled #23 - commitment

2 years in a run away circus
I've no else to blame but me
Commitment is a ring I've yet to jump
Love or not, it doesn't seem to be free-
-ing
-dom
-ly set up between 2 parties
Who've given everything else
But a paper of societal acceptance
As though their love and consent is not
Enough.

Untitled #22 - ptsd

I wish we'd met when we were younger
And not now, when we're bloody and scarred
You will say it was meant to be
But how I wish it was not

Now I don't know if I'm awake or asleep
Firing my guns at enemies I couldn't see
The bloodstains on you, is it from me?
Is it from you, my guts dragged out on the scene?

I wish we'd met when we were younger
We might still have figured it out
There was a chance at being perfect, beautiful
And not so perfectly, thoroughly marked.