A Place Where Oleanders Bloom

Raw Love

I wanted him to disappear, I wanted him to leave

The thought of it made me feel funny inside, it was as if my heart knew the truth

The truth, no the root of the problem, I was the problem

Love was so hard for me, is so hard for me

Its concepts and its rules confuse me, I am a shell of who I used to be

At first the rules were clear, wait, move steady, full force

Then they suddenly changed and contorted

Go slow, go fast, not now, go now, maybe later, no tomorrow

I believe them, followed them like a sheep follow their Shepherd

I adhered to them like the rules of life, but a promised forgotten is a broken promise

Yes I will, of course I will, I promise I won't hurt you, and I believed it

Broken promises of the "keep your peace" movement I kept my peace and it became my hell,

 A place where demons haunt me, and lies dwell

Peace is subjective to the giver, who gives me peace?