magic trick

candied words

subdue

questions.

iloveyous

wreath the unanswered.

recalling all

the good

the happened

the known

waylaying the unknown for another day…

a magic trick that works only because i stay silent.

earnestness urging patience

to gather its resolve 

once again

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tested

i sought prayer

and found relief

from the testing

that i unbeknownst

was asking for

the more i prayed

away my tears

the more i uttered heartfully

the more i found reason

to utter still more beseechingly

for the mercy that had not reached its time to be received

odd leveler

why do i sigh (a little relieved)

when fear comes tumbling out of your mouth

your urgent words collide into each other

in their haste to express what i hardly have the courage to sum up

and therefore reply with silence

(and a deeply quiet marvel)

at how insecurity is such an odd leveler

an overlooked equaler

and so i know now

and so i know now

but before

i could only accumulate

reasons that were true before

and though they were not given by you

they spoke for you in your absence

until your words came to my heed

until your voice came like a soothing balm

of what you thought was true

of what you hoped i knew

but what i dared not believe

until it came from you

 

gathering

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.

Petits II

No other reason

then from the goodness of your heart

you act without needing to

and that is all that matters.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

my lips are bruised

from too many bitten back words

the tears only make them burn.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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.