broken bikes

of souls

i hold your soul,

ragged and wheezing,

in my shaking fingers,

feeling its sharp edges

digging into my skin,

disarming me

it is torn,

wounded,

hurting,

and yet,

it is far more powerful

than any other soul

i have ever had the good fortune

to touch

i know it is yours,

because even as i struggle

to encompass it in my grip,

it squirms,

unable to accept

that it is loved

your soul is an animal

guarded and feral,

but vulnerable all the same,

and a slew of contradictions

that i will not waste

your time in listing

it writhes,

still uncertain,

and the more it moves,

the harder i grasp on,

because i am finally

in control

i want you

i need you

your soul whispers

what your mouth cannot,

and what your heart

is too stubborn to admit

you are a creature of habit,

too caught up in your mindset

to realize what you have become;

a child, 

entangled in your childish ways

of evading love

> so here's another poem that's up for your decoding. have at it, please. bc i love reading comments that actually dissect the words.