oscillation

funny how the pendulum 

      s w  i   n    g     s

or 

o         s        c       i      l     l    a   t  e s 

      (if I'm being scientific)

from weeping gibbering wreck
 
                    to confident "normal" person

and you

     you are my pivot

                  my friction

                  my gravity

curbing the wildness of my swing

    the closer I hold 

          to the warmth of your love

word space

sometimes

   words need space

to breathe

    to savour each 

                         d e l i c i o u s
                                                       droplet

sometimes

  they come out 
        in-a-rush
                stumbling over 
                         themselves
                                   tripping over 
                                            each other 
                                                      in a hurry to be heard

in this space

         my words are free

                    to be themselves

to flow with my

                                 mood
                                     swings

                                                                                to
                                                                     disobey
                                                               the
                                                       laws
                                                  of
                                          physics
                                   and 
                             flow
                 backwards

                                           if they want to

or sit neatly
in a row
if it fits

Inspired by the Weekly Writing Challenge: Playing with Space