By Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness That most frightens us.

We ask ourselves Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.

Your playing small Does not serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking So that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, As children do. We were born to make manifest The glory of God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; It's in everyone.

She tramples his feelings underfoot Like some diseased and rotting root It's almost like she doesn't care Actually she doesn't know they're there She tells him the problems she's going through Silently he's screaming "I want you" There's no one else from whom he could get pleasure She is his standard against which to measure And no one comes close so he doesn't bother to look Who can warm a heart that's already been took? But he has his dreams to comfort him in his bed Forever at night she runs around in his head Taunting him with what could have been But his visions are more than images obscene For he wants her for more than just the sex Which is the opposite of her most recent ex As she discovered to her tragic dismay When she happened to finish work early one day And taxied back home to the flat they both shared She opened the door, her mind unprepared

She runs from her failure into the arms of her friend Because history repeats forever without an end "I caught him in bed with some blonde tart!" "I loved him" she sobs, "but he broke my heart" "You don't even know what love is" he thinks "It is great, it is pain, tastes sweet though it stinks" But he keeps thoughts like these to himself Puts that box back on top of the shelf He won't let his own feelings get in the way Though there's lots of damaging things he could say He chooses not to cause that would make her worse Never showing his true feelings is his private curse So he invites her to spend the night at his home He knows that she won't want to be alone He also knows that he has a long night ahead Experience has taught him not to expect bed But of his complaints there is not a peep Because he will willingly give up his sleep To hear her talk about yet another fight With men who are nowhere close to Mr. Right Because she likes the guys who are into drugs And she likes the guys who act like thugs Yet still she's surprised when she gets used Cheated on, mentally or physically abused Men with muscles but virtually no brain End up cheating it's always the same And the ones who are addicts are no better or worse Feeding habits with jewellry stolen from her purse But still she took them back time and again Going round and round on the same old train Because history repeats forever without an end Barely giving her heart time to mend

The friend's words fall on deaf ears And it was a while before she could stem her tears He literally gave her a shoulder to cry on Holding her tightly until her tears were gone When she finally calmed she was apologetic Saying sorry for being so pathetic Shuddering and sobbing into cold tea "I'm a mess what must you think of me?" He smiled to himself "If only you knew" But telling her was something he couldn't do Now wasn't the time to think of it anyway First he had to make sure that she was okay But her feelings were like a glass house of cards One wrong word and they crashed down in shards He comforted her as more tears were shed Well after midnight he placed her in his bed A place he'd always wanted her to be A fact blatantly obvious to all but she He stood and watched over her as she slept Until eventually downstairs he crept And laid his head down for some well earned rest The days events had put him to the test He could've took advantage, in fact still could Any lesser man who felt this way would His one and only chance of a bedroom tryst He knew in her needy state she wouldn't resist In fact she may welcome a man's desire To prove she still could light that fire But even in his state he can plainly see That one night is all it would ever be And he knows he's worth more than just a rebound So he keeps his love hidden and makes not a sound But he can't stop thinking of how much he wants her And his tired mind finds the image torture While she sleeps on blissfully unaware Of the turmoil she's created downstair

Although usually up when morning broke It was late afternoon before she awoke It took her a moment to get her bearing Looking around, her eyes wildly staring An unfamiliar room:an unfamiliar bed A shake to rid the cobwebs from her head And finally she remembered where she was And the rememberance made her briefly pause And reflect on all the time that she'd wasted The bitter tears of regret she tasted When she thought of her cheating boyfriend Why hadn't she seen it was all pretend? With thoughts bordering on the depressed She got up finding herself still dressed Easily walked on by those in her bed She may as well get doormat tattooed on her head But at least one man treated her like a human And made her feel like a wanted woman One who listened without demanding And it was in his house she was currently standing He treated her like no other And now she thought of him like a brother Sure in the beginning she'd thought he was cute But being so different from her usual brute She never gave the thought much of a chance And then someone else asked her to dance But in him the seeds of fascination had been sewn And unknown to her they'd steadily grown And now he could be described as being obsessed But his feelings he cannot supress

She made her way down, light as a feather And started to gather her things together Last nights resolutions already forgotten Her cheating boyfriend was no longer rotten He texted her an apology this morning So she is going back without warning She tells herself she won't believe his lies Betraying the truth behind her own eyes Deluding herself that he'd already changed More naieve than fully deranged She knows he'll probably do it again But still she gets on the same old train Ignoring his worst and playing pretend Because history repeats forever without an end

feeling of your side lightly touching mine

as we walk to the gas station

even if it means

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In the midst, head twist, 

Body spinnin' , eyes trippin'