I could not help it,
but to show you how the moment felt,
and in the unfolding of a picture, painted;
the deepest of your dreams were unknowingly shown to you
And it caught you off guard- having, to that day..
you never imagined, it possible.
But you did not yet understand that you wear your dream
somewhere within the thin-walled interminglings
of the word's first primal, urgings.. and its out-into-the-light-of-day,
manifestations... (and baby, I feel like crying right now)
but I will continue
I will continue--
You never signed up for this, I know..
but you are the one who chose
to allow your war-torn heart,
to keep on beating//
your flame-scorched lungs, to keep on breathing..
and now look at this mess, my beautiful--
your beautiful-everything has bled out on to me
and everywhere that I am.. I am wearing you
And all I do is tell you what it feels like to wear you
but in doing so, I made known your dream
and somehow-- within the stretch of Love's ache's, bad luck
I have become hated for making your secret, come true--
the revealing of the dream, made known ::
the Unfolded you.
And now, you are raging
because you never imagined, the possibility
that there would be someone out there
that would care enough about you
to become able to see..
(and a man became hated, for just being me).
Yet, even now to this day, beloved;
I close my eyes, and smile
within the depths,
of your deeply loving, hatred.
The smell of rain and streetlight, thrown
a love, a lantern in the snow
when she feels it taking hold
she finds it so hard letting go
How can I tell her that we'll shine?
She dreads the devil's yet to show;
so **** reluctant to expose it to me, so..
(it has been years of this, my beautiful)
I love you.