I had to devote conscious attention
to censoring myself, so as not
to offend you.
now I wonder how I ever could love someone
whose very presence restrains me
like that.
and my beliefs are not sacred
as yours are sacred and fragile.
it is my responsibility to make room
for your spiritual fragility
for fear that my unfiltered expressions
might shatter you.
and you might realise that I can be
everything in the universe
that has ever, or would ever
make you catch bile in the back of your throat
with intense repulsion.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:47 AM UTC
I had to devote conscious attention
to censoring myself, so as not
to offend you.
now I wonder how I ever could love someone
whose very presence restrains me
like that.
and my beliefs are not sacred
as yours are sacred and fragile.
it is my responsibility to make room
for your spiritual fragility
for fear that my unfiltered expressions
might shatter you.
and you might realise that I can be
everything in the universe
that has ever, or would ever
make you catch bile in the back of your throat
with intense repulsion.
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