rescue

just cos i’m goin’ thru shit times doesn’t mean i need rescuin’
do you ever stop to think that hugging might make you feel better
but that i just want to be left the fuck alone to deal with this
and that i need to make my way out in my own sweet time?

please stay though, just don’t fucking touch me
whatever i’m feelin’ is likely to discharge
giving us both a shock and breakin’ my concentration
just sit there okay? hold me. but only with your eyes & heart
and not in any kinda physical way.

and don’t say you understand. because how could you?
you’re not me. like i’m not you, so kick me if i ever say
“oh honey, i know how you feel” because how can i?
you have your shit. i have mine. we connect. but our shit doesn’t overlap…

yeah, it might seem like the same shit sometimes (and possibly it is)
but thinking one of us can fix the other is so totally bullshit and all ego.
i can’t fix you any more than you can fix me.
and what if it’s not something that needs fixin’ anyway?

so yeah, stay. i’m just workin’ through my stuff.
it might not look pretty from the outside
but trust me, it makes everything better
and more beautiful. i just have to live through it.

© 2010 leonie wise

7 thoughts on “rescue”

  • When every nerve ending is stretched taut and even a whisper plays like a brass band, touch is toxic and leaches the last bit of sanctity from breathing room.

    I feel this. Oh, I absolutely feel this.

  • Wow!!! This is powerful…oeps…same thoughts as Pen…
    I think each of us have had these thoughs some time or another…this is brilliant writing! xx

  • um, i think you were in the bathtub with me last night. and in my bed this morning. that’s pretty intimate. and you are THAT good.

    i love you so.

  • “please stay though, just don’t fucking touch me…”

    Jesus, I have been there. Am there. Don’t know if I’ll ever not be there.

    You are scary and eloquent as fuck when you’re livid.

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