I just wanted to share with you something
a poem
something I wrote
in the hopes you'd notice
some more fragile side to me
one with compassion- and we would probably call it
desperate or helpless at best.

That I could have a broad heart -
though that's not what we want
we want one that's sharp
that will pinch at us
and never give up
that will be ours
exchanging into mine
to me it will belong
for a decent cause
for all the pattern was
a stranger sense of fading love.

Instead
Id speak to you best with
words
that were always indirect
since
if things must be ambiguous Id rather
it be with you and with me it left.