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And after everything, I think I can finally say I am beginning to understand what you have been trying to tell me for so long. And after everything, I still get scared sometimes, terrified that everything I think I am understanding is my own brand of idiotic hopefullness, or worse, I have understood, but you are feeding me empty sentiments, sugar cubes to quiet a squalling baby. And after everything, I see in mind's eye, our figures tied together, not mine vainly trying to lasso yours, fine as shadow, as I did for so long, and more than that, I see us holding willingly to this rope, precious more than gold or anything anyone could offer me. And after everything, I trust not blindly, as I did before, but honestly not the trust of a sun-dazzled fool to her betters, but the open and honest trust to a flawed human who deserves it. And after everything, I can say we are not hurt, we stand strong, I have predicted well and we have survived, and your fears were as unfounded as I said they would be, (as unfounded as my very own). And after everything, I still love you, and more than I could before.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
After Everything
And after everything, I think I can finally say I am beginning to understand what you have been trying to tell me for so long. And after everything, I still get scared sometimes, terrified that everything I think I am understanding is my own brand of idiotic hopefullness, or worse, I have understood, but you are feeding me empty sentiments, sugar cubes to quiet a squalling baby. And after everything, I see in mind's eye, our figures tied together, not mine vainly trying to lasso yours, fine as shadow, as I did for so long, and more than that, I see us holding willingly to this rope, precious more than gold or anything anyone could offer me. And after everything, I trust not blindly, as I did before, but honestly not the trust of a sun-dazzled fool to her betters, but the open and honest trust to a flawed human who deserves it. And after everything, I can say we are not hurt, we stand strong, I have predicted well and we have survived, and your fears were as unfounded as I said they would be, (as unfounded as my very own). And after everything, I still love you, and more than I could before.
ER April 4, 2014 7:00 PM edited April 24, 2014 I guess this could be read as a follow-up to November, December, and January.
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May 2, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
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