As much as I want to feel loved,
I don’t think I am lovable.
I fall too fast and always, always end up
Laying on the concrete with
Blood in my hair.
I have flaws, everyone does, but I’m always
Afraid that you won’t love me, not the way
I need you to. I’m terrified, like a cat in a
Thunderstorm, that someone will
Put up with me for a while
Then leave.
And I’ll be left to wash the rust out of my
Hair and wipe the black and grey from under
My eyes.

Of all the joys in life that we can know,
None can compare with that of shared true love,
From loveless *** nothing worthy can grow,
That one with self respect can be proud of.

Of all life's treasures that can come to mind,
True Love's by far the greatest one can find.

Trust is earned slowly,
Over the course of one's life,
But lost in an instant.


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dear you
i wish i was beside you
the one to keep you warm at night
the one to give you comfort in life
and praise every single asepct of you
but i'm broken
and scared
my heart wants to come home
but it can't

Golden silence unbroken...

After the thick fog lifts
Having muffled then muted
all of the nights sounds
and the dawns quiet sun rises
dusting golden light
on moistened leaf and petal
golden rays emanate
through exaggerated dew drops
silent morning not quite broken
the pea soup chased fauna away
and the hushed cold pre-dawn
keeps all a slumber
not a sound to be heard
not a bird in flight
or a single dampened leaf
trod on silent forest floor
as golden rays strike
through dew laden branches
casting patterns of dappled
golden sparkling light
all around.....
but to be heard or found....
not one single sound...

J.C. honey-tiger 06/05/2019.