Keeper Of My Solitude Poem by rhiannon fisher

Beautiful callamity
Mainlining butterflies in my veins as
Freeing gravitational vibes caress the heart I used to miss

Troublesome imperfection
A complexity of emotions within one soul-snatching glance

I wonder if I will be able to run from you
I wonder if my independence will be comprimised
or if you can promise to be the keeper of my solitude; my freedom

Can I delve into the confines of your mind?
To know you, to understand your insecurities, your fears-what makes you smile, or laugh, or cry?

because I cannot guarantee perfection;
there is no promise that my insanity; my craziness; my delusions will be suppressed
But, what I do have to offer is the contaminated purity of me

Could you fall in love with my lips' silence?
or my repititious thoughts?
There are centuries of pain lingering in my bones, so

If I fall behind will you take notice?
When my blatant scars take precedence over my pollenated state of being-will you comfort me, without words and pretend to understand my sorrow?

I only ask because:
I crave for you to be the one that sets my soul at ease
The one who pushes my creativity through my static, blocked, expressionless abyss

I no longer have expectations
It's just a creative way of saying:

Can I keep you?