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5 months with Danny boy.

My goodness, time flies.

Your Love was like a fire, burning up my soul. You gave me light, you gave me life, you gave me time to find myself. Your Love was pure, but you felt used, and trust me, I understand. Your need for reciprocation was fed by your impatience, and my inability to stand up straight not only made me weak, but kept me weak. All I needed was a little more time. All I asked for was someone to keep me warm throughout the night so I could try again tomorrow. Sometimes that’s all we need. That’s all I ever needed. One night to rest my soul. One night to get my head straight. One night to pick up the pieces of my past and paint a better picture. But I can’t sleep. Wounds don’t fix themselves, and scars don’t heal in time. Prayer and patience got me nowhere. It takes perseverance and the strength of a thousand men, and I barely make one. I am needy and I am selfish. I want more than I can give. I have nothing left to offer but myself, and I don’t even know who that is anymore. I’ve tried and I’ve tried to find You, and I’ve tried to find me, but I come home empty handed more times than not. I come home with that same hole, and each day it’s filled with something new. Now I sit here at my crossroads, and I can’t force myself to drive into a wall, so I drive into the night, and I find nothing. What does The World have left to give? What does a place so big have to offer to someone so small? When am I ever going to learn to stand on my own two feet? We are not entitled creatures, and I don’t deserve Love, but god damn, I’ll give it til I run myself dry. I’ll run in circles and get myself nowhere, but at least I’ll feel something, even if it’s that old familiar nothing. Where is Your Grace? You gave me life, but I don’t know what to do with it. Is that enough? To Hell with Your Mercy. Don’t hold back. Burn me from the inside out, because at least I’ll be feeling something. I’ve spent my whole life trying to make something out of it, but I’ve got no name. I may be something, but all I ever wanted was to be someone. Don’t give me a name, just give me a heart. I never wanted a life, just something worth living for. I don’t need answers. Just give me a reason.