I’m not spineless,
I have an aversion to bullshit.
I’ll cry,
the hot tears,
the ones that have been buried so far inside you,
they can only be as warm as your core,
when,
and only when,
there is no bullshit,
or,
you’ve pierced that part of me,
hurt me to that core.
Otherwise,
you need me spineless.
You need me emotionally detached.
When your world is upside down with emotions,
and you lose all sense,
Hyper-erratic, out of control,
and running on the wild bonfire of reactionary states,
you need me to rationalise,
to hold my steady hand over yours,
to stop the bleeding,
control your breathing,
and show you the order of things.
And there is order,
always order,
even in chaos,
the order even more so evident.
It’s the reason why chaos can exist.
and I, can swim in both currents.
W.E.
Art: Charcoal and Bone VIII by ~napoleoman