I'm still angry
I shouldn't be but belated feelings bemuse me
And now alliteration alters my speech
Like an infection I've held intact that intimacy
But angry still

Love?
Love tainted me.
Trust tortured me.
Like a dogs bone you toyed with my talent
Took it for granted and spit it out in dirt
So take it back
Because these hands will

never

Never make you come again for i have come to a conclusion
**** your trust
And **** your dishonesty
*** saturated saturdays cease to supliment me
So too do the sudden situations of unneeded:

"sorry"

So now I stare
Stare at the hands that started the solace
And wonder if they'll ever be clean
Forse può aiutare.

tell me
tell me what its like to speak
tell me what its like to speak in your mother tongue with confidence
tell me what its like to be able to speak your mind without stumbling over the words that you've know since childhood
tell me what its like to weep in words that make sense
in words that they might understand
or even you might understand
the language i speak doesn't speak to me and i beg it too everyday
but ill continue learning the other ones
maybe one day ill learn one that will want to talk
so that i may then speak my mind

forse è questa.
ma non so.

understand that we both have problems
understand that I've lost it too,
that ability

understand that the ability is retrievable
understand that ability to trust ; principle to lust

trust me

understand that jealousy is a beast that consumes me ; everyday
understand though,  that I shall slay it and display it for all to see
for all to understand

trust me

sometimes I don't understand either
but that's okay
because understanding isn't something that comes to you ; we must seek it

so

i dare you to trust me
i dare you to fall into my arms
i dare you to take that leap for i will jump with you

so

understand
understand that whatever happens i will try to understand
try to understand you ; us
try to understand it all

every fault
         weakness
                  crack
                       corner
                            weeping night or
                                      moment of ecstacy

everyday i learn
so i ask ; will you be my teacher?