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At this point I thought
I'd have more figured out
about myself
and you.
But I hesitate to say that
for fear you'd consider yourself
an enigma.
No, you'll never see my heart breaking.
Oh, it breaks on the inside,
but you'll never see it breaking;
only broken.
I read the story of Calypso
and considered the cruel irony in it
with you and I.
And I can't bare the role,
no I can't bare the role
of destroyer.
If tearing me down enlivens you
if tearing me apart gives you breath
I'm afraid that's not my style,
not my game.
I don't want little glimpses,
promises of "you and me."
It's everything, nothing,
and the mess in between.
Those are the only things
that satisfy.
I told you to consider your value,
and I considered mine,
and gave you my cost up front,
which was everything.
Comments
Esker
Mon, 2016-06-27 00:09
throw it down and run the gauntlet
how many I helped ahead
still
on the street and the brass at top
why must the choice be
ours
but it is
love is fickle
and personal choice
run by desires not wisdom
passion and lust
no reason
nor shoulds
we are left with the woulds
in that shady envelope of
envy and wounds
but a time too recover
then lost in the cycle
of take and take
the kinder I am too
myself these days
and acceptance
of my path the more
positive come forward
along with the stone
slingers..
but thats all some know
and me
Ive had the love lust
and breaks
an experience for my
age like a meal
and rest
sated my soul is
but I keep going
down that road
an eye open ahead
and an eye open
behind
thank U for this
hopeful and painful
poem!