nuances of the dirts

your chapped lips made me wonder,
does your words agonize you too
If you could hold my heart in your palm,
would the dark side of it make you question yourself?

But you have never seen yourself through a dirty window.

I could list the nuances of the colours behind your voice
until you cast doubt on the paths my mind has forged through choices
And I'm willing to wear any mask just so you'll keep me by your side,

 because isn't that devotion that you taught?

I have been wrestling with a pig in this field of mud
to show you how I feel and getting a response
diving into fire for just to find myself in a bathtub
you have been only there if I ever felt high

higher than the plane you took me to London
So we could walk around drunk in Covent Garden
Got a redwine to use in the shower
yet only mixed it with my tears

In your castle you always had a servant to clean your windows,
while I have been going mad among the mirrors.

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[redzone]

Some "dirt" can not be washed away in the shower, even with red wine and tears. And some people are not worth the effort, nor worth our attention or affection. Unfortunately, we often do not see this right away and stand in front of the mirror wondering if we are sane.

-Curt

[Beren]

I know… I experienced this harshly. I am willing to fight for anyone who are worth to effort but when I see the otherwise it’s just such a waste of every good feelings. I really appreciate more than anything that you make all this time for to read my every poem. Thank you