Never love me
Outside of myself
Or the way you would
Bring two together
Only to take one away
I will only break away
Or plant a seed
To mark the isolation
Upon my desert cheek
For no tears will fall
And withers, a purpose
Like a thirsty flower
Might I confess, or admit
Regret
In the sight of reflection
Behind man, lies a beast
Very much alive.
All that occurs
That which nourishes and sustains
On this day, should we
Were we to stand
Unveiled and unshielded
Might we see regrets
Scattered like wandering particles
About the eyes of the neglected
And even then, what do they know?
I wish to part the bond
Sever the chord
That binds these walls
Disconnect the secrets,
What shame
How strength feeds wholly
on weakness
As time unclothes
unfolds, and reveals
My shattered backbone
Lean on me.
I do not write about love as though I have found it, lost it, Or even felt it. Maybe in earlier years did I touch on the topic. Tread the unstable mystery of a heart reaching outwards. Even then, perhaps it was not so much love, As it was naive dreams, or suspended ideals. Someone just like me, who reaches depths beyond my voice, sees past my skin, and into themselves. It was a mirror I was after, an ocean in it`s intrinsic color, mistaken for it`s surrounding colors.
