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Chris you don't understand

You dont understand Chris

You are the best thing for me

You are a collection of dusty white illusions, desires, love on window panes

the color and tinge of which I am so excitable about

putting up in our new home

your face inspires me to write

like the angels

your face inspires me to be free

the compassion,

if only you knew less,

and more of how much it makes me

sad

because you relinquish the love in my heart

by

folding it half in half, half in half

till there is nothing for the world to be seen

reverted back to where I've been

touched by an untouch

closed

because all of the love that I've known

is not tangible

never tangible enough

 

I've waited months

I've waited near a year

 

because how can someone own up to all my dreams

materialize them as all I see

need me

but not enough to enter into security

the commitment of short chance

the security of knowing nothing will always last

and that doesnt make me seem bitter

feel bitter

in the upturned corners of my heart

its that something

something keeps you from rolling into me

something to conceal yourself from me

its not what you want

its not what you feel

 

if that's the case then why cant I leave?

why cant I walk my spirit out of your life

without you noticing every detail

without some sadness in my wake?

because you want to brush your angelic knuckles across my streaming skin

because you need my mind to guide you, to get inside you

because you dont know

but you like it when you touch me

you talk to me like a concerned parent in your sleep

when I'm fine

quiet, assuming of the worst

because this would, and was the very first

that he's all that he projected himself to be

he loves, and so tenderly, so carefully, so fully

so it makes sense

that he wont give of himself to an item that includes me

and its not me,

you say honestly

but you cant say it isnt you

your perceptions

of what are boundaries

and zipties

isnt true

I'm not like your women

I know what it means to love

 

I give you air, I give you breath

I give you laughter, and the wind

I give you earth, I give you security

I give you pools to soothe your ridgid mind, to let the heaviness sink and be left behind

a place to allways land, to always fall

EVen when you loose your precious mind

Always know I'd be there to closely follow behind

I give you understanding

I give you your genious

because I have enough of it to not take yours for mine

I know what it means to love

I know what it takes to love you

even if you dont know, its true

 

mixed up beautiful man

just silence yourself and lets walk away

hand in hand

because I wont take up half your bed

I wont make you build a second-life

from the lies you have to tell your parents on behalf of me

and I wont kick and scream when time comes for life to carry you away from me

and I wont put taxes on my body, because if its my land

you can have it freely

and I wont tell you one thing, then judge you based on another

I wont follow you around the house

I wont take your money

or make you pay my way

because you are darling to me, because both you and I are different from they

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