would you like for me to soften?
I'm sorry my words aren't warm to the touch anymore.
I'm sorry my tone doesn't wrap around your ears to help you doze off.
I have tied myself with an invulnerable rope.
and once more I'm sorry I cannot be undone.
because having a soft soul does not mean anything to a lost one.
my words we're not enough to make one change how I was treated.
and communication only overcomes all if one listens.
loving loudly fills the empty room with embarrassment.
I've learned that it does not mean to find a different room.
(I love so quietly now)
Would you like for me to soften?
tell you all the things I admire about you.
write poems about your persona (you will never read them.)
tell you good morning, goodnight.
call you every day, wish you safe travels with each step you take out the door.
I will not soften.
it will cure me fragile and leave me blind.
I was left in the cold with nothing but realization and a frozen heart.
so, every warm room I step into, I'll stay cold.
because being warm-hearted left me burned.
it gave people the benefit of the doubt.
and me, nothing.
Would you like for me to learn how to soften again?
to love in the shades of pink.
to be vulnerable and melt in your attention.
every once in a while, indulge in the thought of your smile.
picture you before I sleep so if it is my last breath, I'll die happy.
I'm sorry I love so much bolder now.
to the point where you do not know if I care or not.
I do, but now my words are too cold for you to know.
I'm sorry I am not as soft as you would like me to be.
But you love me as I am, but I won't ever-
be gentle with how I love so you can see what I can become.