You’ll know that I love you
when I feel far away
e’en as I embrace you
and say “It’s okay.”
My darling, my dearest,
for me true love’s call,
is being the Stoic -
your rock - a wall.
Ne’er will I grimace,
my nerves wrought from steel.
No matter the burden
I’ve no reason to feel.
My pain and my tears -
only gum up the works.
I’m not what’s important;
who cares if it hurts?
My body is strong,
but my heart has been broken
so please hear “I love you”
in my action - it's token.
"You work far too much -
how is it you can't see -
I'm what's important!
I need you here with me!"
My partner, my chosen,
for our Sin I am ******
to suffer each moment
keeping life by my hand.
Day’s end grants reprieve -
a moment from toil -
after hands exchanged love
for aches from the soil.
But I tarry not long!
Night's darkness gives aid
to Death's silent servants -
though I'm not afraid.
While I live and breathe
I’ll fight to the bone.
And in between battles,
we’ll settle our home.
"There's no battle to face!
The wolves are in us!
Your broken heart hides
in a tomb made of rust!
And every love blossom
you 'in action' planted?
my heart drenched in poison
once taken for granted."
O! Hubris of Youth -
That grindstone of years
extracted the bitter
from blood, sweat, and tears.
And though we took notice
and tried to repent -
Resentment's a missive
not simply unsent.
Now a wall ‘tween our hearts
built with bricks from the clay
my hands worked to tell you
What I would not say.
You’ll know if I love you
just watch what I do.
Too scared to be broken,
my Self cut in two.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC
You’ll know that I love you
when I feel far away
e’en as I embrace you
and say “It’s okay.”
My darling, my dearest,
for me true love’s call,
is being the Stoic -
your rock - a wall.
Ne’er will I grimace,
my nerves wrought from steel.
No matter the burden
I’ve no reason to feel.
My pain and my tears -
only gum up the works.
I’m not what’s important;
who cares if it hurts?
My body is strong,
but my heart has been broken
so please hear “I love you”
in my action - it's token.
"You work far too much -
how is it you can't see -
I'm what's important!
I need you here with me!"
My partner, my chosen,
for our Sin I am ******
to suffer each moment
keeping life by my hand.
Day’s end grants reprieve -
a moment from toil -
after hands exchanged love
for aches from the soil.
But I tarry not long!
Night's darkness gives aid
to Death's silent servants -
though I'm not afraid.
While I live and breathe
I’ll fight to the bone.
And in between battles,
we’ll settle our home.
"There's no battle to face!
The wolves are in us!
Your broken heart hides
in a tomb made of rust!
And every love blossom
you 'in action' planted?
my heart drenched in poison
once taken for granted."
O! Hubris of Youth -
That grindstone of years
extracted the bitter
from blood, sweat, and tears.
And though we took notice
and tried to repent -
Resentment's a missive
not simply unsent.
Now a wall ‘tween our hearts
built with bricks from the clay
my hands worked to tell you
What I would not say.
You’ll know if I love you
just watch what I do.
Too scared to be broken,
my Self cut in two.