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 