Dear one,
i forgo so much
to please you
but resentment grows
like a stubborn
unwieldy weed
each word you utter in just jest
and all that i must not take so seriously
they solemnly gather
in dark slashing lines
surrounding me
their meanings rise
like too long stifled truth
each begs for due consideration
for its time in allotted worry…
but there is only so much i can do
before i break
and escape this
soft and cunning
prison
of promises and pleas.
intotheindigo 
I hope i’ve managed to stop doing that. ‘A lot of truth in jest’ I seem to have heard when I was younger. When it comes from one you love it hurts more.
Thank you calmcarl for your comment =), what you say it too often too true. Take care, Que
“for its time in allotted worry…”
such a wonderful line. I think a lot of people will instantly relate to it.
I love that I don’t quite know what it is about but pieces of it still seem familiar as if I have lived them or lived near them myself.
Thank you asoulwalker =) I’m glad that this piece was able to make you feel a connection. Take care, Que