My love isn’t earned easily. Walls have to be climbed. You made it
once, I gave you my heart. You threw me a blindfold and told me to put
it on and wait for some kind of surprise you’d gotten for me. With a
smile and undying trust I obeyed. I could hear the smile in your voice
as you backed away. Something in your tone had me smiling too.
After a time I can’t even calculate, nothing changed. That surprise
you had for me, I’m still waiting. But patience is practiced falsely.
My legs are tired, slipping out from under me. I feel like I’m
slipping. Where are you to catch me?
Moons and suns have gone by in large numbers and I’m still standing
here. I can feel myself falling. Along with my tired body my heavy
heart lands right next to me. Hearing the sound of shattering glass I
can’t help wanting to punch something. I’m not going to cry, because
then you’ll know you won. Instead I’ll pound my fist into something
solid and pray I don’t break any other body parts.
During the next sun I finally remove the cloth from my covered eyes.
Just as I suspected my vital organ lies in a million little pieces. Is
this what you wanted? Well I’m sorry, you don’t always get what you
want. I’m going in search of someone with the stitches of love to sew
up the disaster you left.
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