A Defensive Aggression

Old Poem - Regret. Breaking Heart. Fighting against the tide.

I have been honest with you

since the beginning,

I think,

although here I see this

lingering note on your face,

It keep me in disarray

of what was true 

and what was fake,

Can you give me your hand 

and stand in a way

that displays a truth 

about the inner ways

beneath that gaze?

please try something

like this and that,

What I'd hate to hear you 

truly say to me is 

that you've been waiting 

for something displaced,

Or is that just me?

Long gone and late 

in an out-of-place phase 

and perhaps,

my love,

with your torn soul in two 

and into my lap like 

a warning tap on the top of my arm,

It told me,

It told me not to trap us,

because what is harmful 

to you

is often too strong

for me,

four weeks into three,

or perhaps four? 

these are mistakes (as you know)

that find me seemingly 

needing us to unlock our dams,

stream it down my eyes

like tears and in fear,

The time is often too long here 

(as you know),

Honey, can you hear me?

Deep inside do you

give me a sign?

We know it comes to be 

that time in the road,

the fork is whispering, 

I need more from you to recuperate,

so much time and effort

makes repair so much longer,

So  you see, my sweet,

this love I have is the trash 

on its way,

the ash still burning 

in the tray,

The blast still shaking with waves,

This mast faces the wrong way.