CALL AND RESPONSE.

everything about me

has been defined in thin white lines --

to colour outside

is to spit in the face of God.

this is hard, you know.

the silence and the questions.

the wonder and the fear.

the longing and the loneliness.

this is hard, you know.

watching you fall apart with this.

your eyes are here, but your heart is there.

you carry a glass with no water.

why did you marry me?

why did you swear to stone

and broken glass

and midnight tears?

why did you choose

cold dinners and dirty dishes?

why do you try so hard

to fill a void not by your hands?

to say 

it's because i love you 

is insulting, at best.

you are more than the sun, more than the sea.

my only distress

is the comfort you seek 

isn't mine.

you run a track i cannot follow.

you know why i am here.

you know i am stuck in this mud

in this hole

in the ground

so deep

and so dark

i can't climb out

without callous or care.

i can't think.

i can't sleep.

i can't breathe.

i can't be.

yes, you can. 

let me remind you.

let me guide you home

when you've lost your way.

don't follow me.

i can't bring you here.

i can't watch your light

drown like mine.

so let's stop drowning.

let's start swimming instead.

i can't.

yes you can.

no i can't.

yes, you can.

just let me do this for you.

and what will your unwanted martyrdom change?

what will taking away

my very best friend

do to me in all my seasons?

what will i tell the wind

when its lost its way?

what will i tell the moon

who will find no reason to glow?

what will you be doing for me?

you will rob the world of colours

i have never seen

to remind me i never deserved them, anyway.

i am afraid.

i am so afraid.

through hell and highwater,

i am your guardian.

i'm not enough.

like noah, you flood

my every thought

in burning lust 

and wet desire.

these feelings find me

when you're just awoken,

walking between rooms,

or furrowing your brow.

how cruel of me

would it be

to pull you into

this void of mine?

how cruel of you

to ever dream

of excluding me from it.

do you love me?

like the sun loves the moon

and them some once more.

can you come closer?

i dont want to be alone.

i've never been far.

i'm here, right here.

Reviews

[FlatDaddy]

Beautifully written.
And, I see written here ALL the things you of course feel, the things you SHOULD feel, the things you MUST feel -- because you feel so DEEPLY, and you paint your partner with your fears, which you of course MUST ALSO DO -- because your feelings run so deep, as do your fears. And THOSE TOO, are needed, are NECESSARY, are all part of love, TRUE LOVE. All of this is love, it is PAINFUL BLISS. Cherish it.
It says your love is true.

K