I used to imagine often
that you struck those poses for me.
Glasses at the bridge of your nose,
the way you fit your clothes,
even the color of your toes.
It was all perfect to see;
but the objection in my eyes
makes you seem worthless to me.
Now I know: It's not fair.
You're still a person to me
but if misread for what is said,
don't take this personally.
I'm not this person you see.
More than a little recluse.
Not keen on recounting trials.
Forgot most of the abuse.
So why don't we call a truce?
Don't be so rude. Stay awhile.
Let's put this tension to use!
Why wouldn't I share the vial?!
How dare you be so helpless?!
These are OUR tears!
How dare I be so selfish?!
These are OUR fears!
Every jeer soaked in conviction.
Our possessions.
If we lent life no contradiction,
how would we ever learn these lessons?
Wouldn't learn how to share.
No real urge towards care.
No true desire to be there.
Not one worry to spare.
Sorry would be so fitting
for one inclined to forgiving
reclined full tilt on the willing
who try their hand at forgetting
the times when words used to lash out.
Every fight was a sad bout
of insults until one backs out
or both swing into blackout.
I'm back out and far away.
Today.
I doubt tomorrow will change me.
Left your sorrow somewhere dangling:
hanging from the rafters
that once amplified your laughter
only a few moments after
it all fell straight to the ground.
I won't grab a stitch.
Won't remove a fiber.
The need does not exist.
Emotion is retired
along with the ambition,
the desire to be forgiven,
and any ounce of time given.
No past risen from the ashes.
Gashes under skin heal within
or just remain forever.
Pull yourself together.
or whatever.
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
You're still a person to me
but if misread for what is said,
don't take this personally.
I'm not this person you see.
More than a little recluse.
Not keen on recounting trials.
Forgot most of the abuse.
So why don't we call a truce?
Don't be so rude. Stay awhile.
Let's put this tension to use!
Why wouldn't I share the vial?!
How dare you be so helpless?!
These are OUR tears!
How dare I be so selfish?!
These are OUR fears!
Every jeer soaked in conviction.
Our possessions.
If we lent life no contradiction,
how would we ever learn these lessons?
Wouldn't learn how to share.
No real urge towards care.
No true desire to be there.
Not one worry to spare.
Sorry would be so fitting
for one inclined to forgiving
reclined full tilt on the willing
who try their hand at forgetting
the times when words used to lash out.
Every fight was a sad bout
of insults until one backs out
or both swing into blackout.
I'm back out and far away.
Today.
I doubt tomorrow will change me.
Left your sorrow somewhere dangling:
hanging from the rafters
that once amplified your laughter
only a few moments after
it all fell straight to the ground.
I won't grab a stitch.
Won't remove a fiber.
The need does not exist.
Emotion is retired
along with the ambition,
the desire to be forgiven,
and any ounce of time given.
No past risen from the ashes.
Gashes under skin heal within
or just remain forever.
Pull yourself together.
or whatever.
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
No comments:
Post a Comment