True Story

straight -faced with crooked conversation you abstain from lifting even the inflection of your tone to comfort or console until it melds into something that makes mutes of us both
the silence is deafening but far less brutal then the space in between that eats at my peace and increases my need and desire for the love that I know in you still I haven't got a clue not a single rhyme or reason why our promises might flail like a bird with broken wings
and yet it seemed
that the door has closed and you are pressing your fingers to it to keep me out to stop me from helping and on the other side I sit crying and yelping and pleading and praying to be your honey balm to the burn the cruel cold black sun left upon you
your pride makes you think that it is you that needs saving and so you flatly and boldly refuse - OPEN open your eyes hear my sighs of discontent and fear and abandon naught the love in me that you so easily seen and grasped with a clutch of a giant tho meek and sweet and coy in my presence
you are mighty
and fierce
and strong
it is i who are weak and lay in waiting - isolated, longing and yearning for
YOU
true story
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