Why am I willing to
Give pieces of myself
To heal those
Who will step on me
To rise higher?
Who will use me
Until they wring
Me dry
And tell me
I wasn’t good enough anyway.
Why am I willing to
Give pieces of myself
To heal those
Who will step on me
To rise higher?
Who will use me
Until they wring
Me dry
And tell me
I wasn’t good enough anyway.
Your words reach deep inside me
Yet your coy musings
Warn me:
I’m honest you say
I’m blunt and I’m clear.
You will be hurt.
You will walk away:
But maybe limping
Maybe even crawling.
There will be piece of you
I will withhold.
It will be mine to keep.
It will be mine to reap.
How do i love/trust without prejudice?
My experiences have taught me
To become tough, decisive, flinty
Cynical is my new prescription
Because the soft keep on giving
The soft are easier to keep hurting
The soft keep giving and making do
The soft get stepped on
Kicked to the side and stepped over.
for every deception
there comes a moment
of unwillingness
a moment of unclarity
where whatever falseness
lays in wait to be discovered
there hides the revelation
that the fooler will become the fooled
that the convincer will become convinced
to put his contrivances aside
and believe in something
that would never make sense out loud.
you.
“yes…me” (pleading eyes) it’s showtime.
what?
“well I…” (eyes down, blush) slow down, more emotion
yes?
“I was helpless…I didn’t really know you for you until i went astray”
do you really expect me to believe that?
(nodding-nods) no.
I thought…
(meet eyes, peer within) check mate.
No not again…I won’t be fooled
“yes…i swear” (anguish, pitiful pleading anguish)
how dare he question?
fine. what happened…happened
(look down, stay still) quick wipe that smirk off
so what now?
“I….I need more time” (sigh) again, more defeated and sad (sigh)
why do you need more time?
“hmmm….because.” (shut eyes. turn head. dismissed)
lies take time you know…