Excuse me sir
Can I have a room please?
One with enough space
to try all that I’m carrying
And maybe you too, since you know it all
With all this time – just once – wouldn’t spoil it all
Show me what you know, just tell me where
I won’t hesitate when you tell me to put it there
And how about this?
How does it look?
What does it make you feel?
Do I have you shook?
Would you do this?
If I called would you come?
To my fitting room
Let’s see what this becomes.
There you are again
Pulling on my energy
Tugging on me in my sleep
Creeping in my inner thoughts
Too scared to show who you are
Well, I feel you.
And although I can’t see you
I touch you back
Feel the length of you
In my depths
I grasp hold of you
With gasps, plees and ooo’s
Knowing that you must stay there
even though I feel you pulling.
To find you did the worst thing any man could do
Abandon a child
Live a lie with so much truth
I find myself so far from you
That I cannot draw near you
as I had before
Is it love, if you didn’t love them?
As much as you loved me
Or am I fool to believe that it’s true
Real
Faithful
Honorable
Never hide, never lie
This is our painful goodbye.
Somehow I’ve told you everything
I never thought I would,
Then have the audacity to say to me
All the things I “should”
I didn’t understand your positivity
Far too afraid to ask
Hoping one day you would give to me
A moment of your past
Is that what they gave to you
Something I couldn’t
When it all started out so terribly
How could you ever really like me?
Life full of drama running from impending trauma
Too foolish to find my way out
I don’t know why I did it
Can’t see you without him
That you are the last piece of who I was before all of this
Before I was sad and hopeful,
I had a plan
Now I’m bent and broken
On healings long worn path.
Pillows around my body to assure rest
Surely somewhere there is a heart beating
Through the wiring and pangs of death
Will I always feel you with me?
Did you have to break me?
So terribly and deeply,
Pull at the scab blending, into skin.
The winding and melting of our limbs.
Guess you were a mate of my soul.
Hoped that you’d be mine to hold,
And keep just a little while longer.
Maybe if I were a little stronger,
I could sip from your glass have full,
Be the one to push when you pulled.
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