I am really reluctant to post this because it is so raw and still just a bud of an idea. and I am kind of tired of all my postings being so similar. basically I jotted some thoughts down one day with the intention of coming back and working on it and I have yet to want to come back to it. but also, I was wanting to post stuff in the order it was written, so I can see if I am making progress. you are still getting caught up and aren't getting the stuff I am writing now and still won't be untill I get all the old stuff out here. apologies are given and suggestions, comments, ect are welcomed and dare I say solicited- as wlth all my posts.
I think it was somewhere between the secret looks and bottle caps
Or maybe it was between the private jokes and cigarette butts
But somewhere along the road that people travel to turn you and me into us
You lost respect for half of the equation and the process itself.
And if respect is the minimum of love, we were far from it.
Or at least you were.
I couldn’t see where it was because I was so bogged down in it.
So we limped along for weeks and weeks
I mean that is how you were measuring it, right?
By a collection of 7 short days at a time?
Our legs proving lame and our muscle control lacking to say the least
Me, confidant that these snags we kept hitting were minor because, after all, we were in this boat for a good while.
You picking at every snag making an anchor out of your doubts.
And it wasn’t until I stood naked in front of you and broke my own heart
By diving into the abyss
Choosing the unknown over the unwanted
That you finally and without reserve gave me back the respect that is my birth rite.
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