maybe you won’t like
what i have to say
maybe it’ll only
serve to scatter the remains
maybe you’ll shun me
violently turning away
truth and honesty
not always easy prey
a manufactured truth
tucked away
honesty spoken by my heart
every day
dawns full of words
nights often grey
being mindful
respectful, far away
but love doesn’t care
distance no moat
what road did you wander
not the one that we wrote
simplicity in terms
vulgarity despised
my heart the gauntlet
trapped behind lies
someday’s are forever
never to appear
time melted long ago
your purpose its peer
what have you
left
what have you to give
where are the makings
the markings
the sieve
filtered out
safe enough to breathe
air open, closed lungs
dead leaves
winters passed, summers too
spring always the death
of me and you
we fight and we flounder
the blooms everywhere
except for our hearts
our heads
our chairs
i’ll sit and wait
i’ll saddle up for the ride
simplest of terms
no one can describe
barbaric torture
namely my own
fits of weakness
life turned to bone
find me i demand
hold me near
end what you suffer
embrace what you fear
scattered blossoms
crepes turned to white
willows that weep
far off and out of sight
fold up the papers
toss them about
let go of the plundering
give up on the doubt
once in a while
we are given the chance
the honesty of love
the long forgotten dance
so wrap me up tight
or silently let me go
without justification
i’d rather be snow