Truthfully, hurt has
a charming tone.
It would take my heart
to dance
and leave it heaving.
Now I do wish
running were an
intimate act.
_ To disfigure illusions
so thoroughly…
I tended my first broken
exuberance,
Found the future stood
pensive,
till I proclaimed my heart
outrun.
I made a vow then,
to take the name of one
I could hurt evasively.
_I learned I could be weak
in the face of my own voice.
Inconsolably, I picked
the habit of pacing
through my cries…
till they reached a lulling hum.
Where does it end?
My dress has been
shedding petals
Not long now, I’ll be naked.
Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 10:06 AM UTC
Truthfully, hurt has
a charming tone.
It would take my heart
to dance
and leave it heaving.
Now I do wish
running were an
intimate act.
_ To disfigure illusions
so thoroughly…
I tended my first broken
exuberance,
Found the future stood
pensive,
till I proclaimed my heart
outrun.
I made a vow then,
to take the name of one
I could hurt evasively.
_I learned I could be weak
in the face of my own voice.
Inconsolably, I picked
the habit of pacing
through my cries…
till they reached a lulling hum.
Where does it end?
My dress has been
shedding petals
Not long now, I’ll be naked.
Something worthy.