Don't leave me, as you know they have before.
These seasons have weathered me—
I no longer open my door, nor come fervently knocking on yours.
Hide away the things I wish to forget
As I live within the life you’ve no heart to quit.
I place myself in sweet words that were never mine to keep,
Though you still lift the blanket back onto my shoulder
If I begin to weep.
I’ve shown you my thin skin and bruises
Though it's easy for you to turn blind.
Clasped hands 'round yours unraveling threads,
I smile, "Let's leave our pasts behind."
Because Poetry is Honesty
And I’m different from them:
I’m still here
To see through the lies
And face all of our weaknesses and fear.
Though I am no Wonder Woman,
I try ne’er falling to despair,
I hold close this budding bond
Dust-encrusted
And so rare,
Then remember the times we'd said "together."
It resonates mildly in my marrow.
Penetrate me deeply with Achilles' arrow.
Fighting battles that are not mine, I had joined your side.
Reluctance and resignation only when you say
"Goodbye."
Still I promise “Never,” "Forever"
And still I don't let go...
Though which of us hangs off this cliffside?
What end must lie below?
The emptiest I ever felt were my dusks without you.
Still, our minds so exhausted,
You were not perfect, and I knew.
I welcomed it, every bit,
Uncertain only by my own flaw
And in those poems you didn't write for me,
And in the nightmares that I saw.
