You **** me a thousand times, yet end up strengthening my beliefs.
You don’t let me close my eyes—nor do you let them stay open.
You flood me with an ocean of hope,
You give me a reason to live.
You make my heart race.
You make me perspire.
You leave no stone unturned to remind me I’m alive—
To help me keep going.
Of course, you mess with my mind.
You offer me a thousand positives,
And the zillion negatives I continue to fight.
You tear me apart—
Yet you're always the first to know my state.
My Faith… she seems to be your closest friend.
Together, you compel me to breathe,
To believe,
To go on.
I humbly oblige.
And I still wonder:
Which one of my wayward thoughts will come true—
And more importantly, when?
Curiosity, my beloved—how do you do this?
And do you ever intend to stop?