i realise that you have no idea of my feelings for you,
no inkling (sweet word) of the bitterness and regret
that folds around my heart like a bandanna. snug,
familiar, perfect fit. acrid-blue as lead, when i see your
beloved face. love is not always hard as we skirt ourselves
with no effort, but sometimes, sometimes it feels like
scales scraped off of my thoughts. all in the wrong direction.
which is the right direction for that. and bloodily effective.
you have no idea how much i want to relinquish my power
and just be cared for and carried, by your love for me,
since before the beginning of this mad and crooked world.
YOU ARE READING
parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
