I am a bundle of attachments Attachment to the beauty of the body Impeccable the body must remain alas the body is withering away as the clock is ticking
I am a blizzard of thoughts Perfectionism thoughts Control thoughts Planning thoughts Fear thoughts Love thoughts Hate thoughts
What do I want ? Someone to tell me all day long that I am beautiful Constantly reassuring me that I am the love of his life
The beautiful facade is falling apart The skeleton of my reality appear Emotions of Abandonment Insecurity Ignored Not good enough A lack
All this perfectionism Failed in keeping my lover He walked away The next lover will also walk away The pattern will repeat itself
Let those tears Wash my face Maybe releasing some of my obstructions maybe releasing some of my misbelieves maybe releasing some of my stories
Oh Mother emancipate me from myself Oh Mother break this bondage