wilted stab

my love for you was a wilted stab

desperate and clinging

like a root to dirt

coiled calmly numb in slumber

an ancient golden field of openness yearning

for the sun’s rays to caress its grasses

a twisted and simple mystery

of pure innocence

loving the angles and complexities with power

the yearning for it to last forever

denial of the subtle decay

and breaking apart of our heart tangles

lies that whispered sweet nothings and broken truth

where he wanted to be the man of my grand

outpouring

so much to give

but choosing the child side instead of a man

i can’t force you to love me

but you made me believe what your words delivered

but never rang true

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