Blood sweat and tears finally letting go of my fears. Pushing weight to release the stress. Lifting steal plates of 45s to kill those demons inside. My self-conscious mind constantly takes me to a place where I only have conversations with shadows. Screams echoing like the beat of her empathy is what she had for me. Placing my head on her chest I realize my lips are connected to the cold plates that I thought was her breast. Cold and heartless her love doesn’t live here anymore. But in this gym with these weights we’re connected as one. So I lift and I lift but my strength won’t let me push you out. So I shout. Every grunt and moan baby please just come home. ~ J.A.A.G