unforgiven

i spoke the words

i knew would cut deep

and though she bared her teeth

to hide the hurt 

i saw her tired eyes dilate

and i knew i had wounded something

that she would lock away

and look at again 

and let it harden

herself somehow

so that when she cut

i would not find the heart to heal

my anger spent

and regrets blurted

two clammy hands blotting her tears away

she gives away no sign of forgiving

she only mouths the words

while her eyes cloud over

 

Petits II

No other reason

then from the goodness of your heart

you act without needing to

and that is all that matters.

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I hate to love you:
I am always yours,
I nor you are ever mine,
but as yours, as yours…as your only own…
I yearn…
for ours.

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my lips are bruised

from too many bitten back words

the tears only make them burn.

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you say you shouldn’t say

but you say it anyways

what height do you achieve

in bringing down what you held so high

trodding on what you notice

yet don’t.

the lady doth protest unheard

even as you speak the truth
each word gentled,
so as not to hurt what already is tender…
each statement wreathed with “That’s the way it is”
each phrase piqued in soft question
“Of do you understand? This is how it must be…”
each emotion huskily swallowed
and gently urging assent…

i let Silence do my talking.