tears pour out
of pleading eyes
please understand
Id give anything for that reassurance
but thats just what Ive taught myself
to go without
my words go out
to you
but never within
to permeate your skin
is a daunting task
and a word I hate to use
impossible
hiding the tears that shame my face
this wetness feels out of place
I never let anything get me this way
but you
of all people you
I can take a hit better than any other
Ive got skin 3 layers deep
all the trash Ive heard just tossed upon the heap
in the backyard of my mind
in that backyard
where we planted the tree when I was little
when soil was brittle
unsure if it will grow strong
See how Ive grown now, Mom?
with branches and grooves all my own
Springtime has come
and nothing will stop these buds from blooming
so why do you block the sun?
I think you want me to run
to climb down from my tree in the clouds
snapping off each branch as I come down
never to go up again
only to fall safely in your hands
But they arent so safe
and the vices that possess you are tainted in your face
your words
this house
disturbed, I hang in
but not on
with sights set far and beyond
Im just waiting for the buds to bloom