"thynself" poems
If you'd just tell me that
you're happy I could leave you be
But you've revealed to me
your consistent sadness
You've let me see
the dark parts that I love
My lips are sore from
repeating the same words to you
My heart burns as if
I haven't expressed it well enough
I would love all thyn flaws forever
I would let you bury thynself in my soul
You could put your sadness there
and I could keep it cold
So many questions
I am ok without answers
for they may hurt worse
than ignorance
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC