the great escape

My love,

would you mind terribly

if I slipped into your skin

and spent the night,

curled up in the warmth of your heart,

exploring the library

of clear conscience

that you have so carefully stored

on the shelves of your mind?

I know it's a strange request,

but I ask because

I can't bear to spend another day

in my own bruised up skin

or with the heart that sits upon it,

alone and growing cold.

If I could hold her and keep her safe,

believe me, I would.

But she's grown too heavy

and my mind tells me

that her circumstances are now

beyond my control.

Please love,

I need to get out

of this disquieted head of mine.

I swear, she's always on edge,

rapidly cycling through

happy and sad,

guilt and rage,

dangerously treading the line between

thoughts that are brilliant

and those that are just pure mad.

I know, love,

you have your dark days,

just like I have mine,

but I have to believe

that our souls collided

not by chance,

but by design.

And perhaps for this reason,

these temporary escapes

into your body

might allow me

to finally make peace

with my own.

- the great escape