Would you be,
any fonder of me,
if I suddenly chose,
to start listening?
Would you decide,
to more deeply confide,
the darkness behind,
your odd eccentricities?
Shall I unbind,
this heart of mine,
lay it down on your table,
where the other parts lie?
I suppose you’d prefer,
if I acted just like her:
if I loved co-dependently,
full-time, live-in “fluffer”;
If I leaned on you, heavily,
with intentions only pure?
a dead weight weighing down,
the coat-tails in your future;
Would you choose to diffuse again?
if I checked my levels of estrogen,
had my words been better chosen,
would I have someday been forgiven?
What if, instead of,
this twisted notion of “love”,
I recognized one evening,
the ill fit of your glove;
and the day soon arrives,
with my wide open eyes,
seeing things the way that I,
should’ve seen them, by and by;
all you’ll find is my trust,
blindly choking on my dust,
as you see me get smaller,
in the distance between us.
Reblogged this on Beasts of Articulation.
LikeLike
Brilliant!
LikeLiked by 1 person
lovely poem
LikeLike