Fading Footsteps
Whispers of memory strum their chords,
Over my befuddled mind,
Echoes of emotion tantalize my senses,
Your scent so familiar, washes over me,
Wrapping me in its swirling shroud.
I know that you love me ,
The truth of this tatooed on your eyes,
The truth resounding in your words,
But the reality of me is never simple,
Never easy ,never permanent.
I dare not court happiness,
As my ability to sabotage myself is epic,
I trust you but I do not trust me,
For in the blink of the eye I am the sweetest angel,
Wrapping you in the haven of my wings.
But I beseech you do not blink!
Because the shrew inside that thinks I am a freak,
Will assault you with her venomous ramblings,
Drawing blood with her acidic tongue,
And you will inevitably like all before.
Turn away with utter resignation ,
As the tears of my own summoning,
Fall unheeding ,their course countless times charted,
It cannot be expected that I would possess the tools to love another,
When I cannot love myself with any conviction.
by vidya