I must apologies
I have a tendency to project
It happens when I read
  A poem of abuse or neglect...
Bad things happen
Good people go bad
That was my reality
  The only one I had...
So hold on tight
To your poetry
and to your soul
You're similar
  To the way I was
Years ago...

I'm just projecting an old role!
........................................

You know ,
Confusion is a clear
Symptom of abuse.
Healthy relationship
Are always clear
Like the deep blue sky
on a sunny day.

You always know
Where you stand
Like the deep blue sea ,
You do not  waver

Yes,  it is not always
Easy to let go
But
You’ve got to find a way
To let people go
And
Institutions that bring
Confusion in your life

.
And then you were there
your presence touched my dream
I recoil at the beauty of it
unfamiliar with the feeling of love,
I feel your confused hurt
and wish you would withdraw
and wish you would stay
because the emotion scares me,
somewhere, somewhere in the night.

And then you were there
your fingers brushed my skin
I recoil at the softness of it
unfamiliar with the touch of fondness.
I see your confused hurt
and wish your eyes would laugh
and wish your eyes would cry
because your heart calls to me,
somewhere, somewhere in the night.

And then you were there
and then you were not,
and I yearn to find you,
somewhere, somewhere in the night.



© Pagan Paul (19/03/19)